Baby Blues
I owe my son the world and I am so lucky to have him.
By Rosie J. SargentPublished about a year ago • 1 min read
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I’m sorry my son
For bringing you into life
I will do my best
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Rosie J. Sargent
Hello, my lovelies! Welcome, I write everything from the very strange to the wonderful; daring and most certainly different. I am an avid coffee drinker and truth advocate.
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So sad!