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Girl Monday

You were born on a Monday, all squishy and red.

You were born on a Monday, a squealing bundle of perfection.

We breathed a sigh of relief, you curled your tiny hand around his finger.

You fell quiet, they warmed you up.

We moved, we cooed over you, we didn’t sleep.

You were born on a Monday, our splendid baby girl.

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