Tag: faux poetry
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Baby life (in fancy line breaks).
Put out my hand, for a baby boy in need. Just trying to sit up. He takes my outreached hand, and with bite-sized gusto, puts it in his mouth. When he’s done with it, I wipe it on my pants.
Put out my hand, for a baby boy in need. Just trying to sit up. He takes my outreached hand, and with bite-sized gusto, puts it in his mouth. When he’s done with it, I wipe it on my pants.