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Cup Of Smiles
A Little Cup Upon The Shelf
Its Been There Quite A While
It Never Held A Single Drop
It Always Held A Smile
Made By Tiny Hands Of Love
What Seems Like Yesterday
A Treasury Of Memories Past
This Little Cup Of Clay
A Daughters Gift From Long Ago
When She Was Nine Years Old
Like Her Smile, This Precious Gift
I Value More Than Gold.
