Wednesday, August 15, 2007
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Could we with ink the ocean fill, And were the skies of parchment made, Were every stalk on earth a quill, And every man a scribe by trade, To write the love of God above, Would drain the ocean dry. Nor could the scroll contain the whole, Though stretched from sky to sky.
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Welcome to our little nameless niece. :D Congratulations, auntie. :D
Yay! Congratulations.
That is awesome!!! Congrats to you, Auntie Angie! Hey, I like the sound of that. :)
Congratulations on being an autie.
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