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a little rhymeing poem about babies

Submitted:Apr 13, 2011    Reads: 53    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

They whine and weep
And their sleep isn't very deep
They go the bathroom in their pants
And could be watched by their uncle or aunts
They can be happy and sad
But they aren't really that bad
They laugh and smile
But there puke is really vile
They will learn to walk
And then to talk
Then learn to ride a bike
Then feel dislike
When they fall
And rather play baseball
Then when they get hit
It would be time to quit
Who wouldn't want this buddle of joy
Whether it's a girl or boy


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