The baby
What surprises
does life hold for you
my little one:
happiness, health,
privilege,
a life in the sun.
Or, will it
be hunger,
fear and disease,
fight for survival,
a bitter deep freeze.
Sometimes, I guess
it's a matter of luck,
spinning that Louis D'Or,
famine or flood,
fire or drought,
peacetime or war.
May your God smile
graciously on you
and may he bring
contentment and
that very rare gift
of helping humanity sing.
Hobbo's Poems 
It’s a big issue, to try to take some of that randomness out of life. Overall, it covers so many smaller issues.
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It sure is Mr B, but we can only do our best.
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Put it to music and you have a splendid lullaby
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😂 Thanks. Not if I sang it though. The baby would have nightmares!
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Any sleep is good sleep, surely. 😉
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Mmmm.
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Those last lines! What better wish for a newborn baby 😊
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Thank you. 😊
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Beautiful.
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That means a lot coming from someone with your talent. Thank you. 😊
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So sweet.
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That’s Dauphy! 😊
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