Abigail Grace Riley
April 28, 2001
A beautiful gift, given back to the Giver
Blessed be the name of the Lord
September sun is shining,
the sky is clear and blue.
And so my Lady Abigail,
I'll write a rhyme for you.
All things have on their happiest smile,
No words their joy can tell,
because they send loves greetings out,
to Lady Abigail.
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