| subject: | poem 2 |
| post date: | 2007-05-20 11:16:29 |
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Play Time
Babies are born Every day By mommy’s and daddy’s Who like to play.
They play all day, And on into the night. But I can tell you now It is not a pretty sight
One day they will slip And I’m not going to say on what. But nine months later They will pop.
Babies are wonderful, And unique. But I’m telling you now They will not sleep.
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