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My
Bald Tenant
He yells,
"oooooh, oooooh, duh,
duh, duh."
Every now and
then he gets a string of spit
a foot long down his chin.
He has very
little hair,...if any.
He can't talk.
Much.
Walk? Hardly.
Though he does try.
When you tell
him no, he gives you a smile
that would make a thousand
angels sing.
His laugh is
so innocent and so pure that
it truly brings out the child
in any adult that may be
around.
He's short.
Approximatley three feet
tall.
He's bald.
He doesn't pay
rent or utilities. Though he
does like to use the phone
quite a bit.
........He's
fifteen months old. And he's
my son. My miracle and truly
a miracle indeed. I would
like to say that he is my
miracle alone. But that would
be pretty selfish.
I will say
that I prayed for a son. A
son for my husband.
Many times we
feel as though Jesus Christ
is too involved in other
matters to be really
concerned with what we have
prayed for. But He doesn't
forget....and He's not as far
away as we may feel He is.
.....I
know. I have a fifteen month
old son to prove it.
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