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Ode to Baby Nolan

While I woke a bit anxious and weary,

a text said that you were born sweet dearie

Holding you is so fun, you do touch my heart,

like your sister before you on my lap you did fart.

See you again soon sweet little mac,

Remember, I love you to the moon and back.

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