Your Poetry
Sep 24, 2021
1 minute
The Christening
There’s a little church on Winchmore Hill
Where friends and family will wait until
A baby girl with the prettiest face
Will make her appearance all dressed in lace
We will all be there to share her dayAnd to hear the words the vicar will sayAs the water trickles down her little faceHe will announce her name as Amelie Grace
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