Collection of old poems:
"Whitley Faye" (August 2009)
There was a little girl, her name was Whitley Faye,
And she hugged her daddy's neck each and every day.
She loved to be read stories as she sat in daddy's lap,
And when she got tired he would lay her down to take a nap.
She had a smile that could bring a tear to his eye,
And pain to his heart when he had to hear her cry.
There was a little girl, her name was Whitley Faye,
And her daddy was wrapped around her finger each and every day.
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