#113
July 18, 2007
Poem 4 of 4:
My baby went out
And she was just about
At the right time, to come in
When she stepped on a pin
She cried and cried
Repeatedly, her tears we dried
Later I asked her about her day
She replied quickly sounding gay
Hence I gave her a toy
Because she did enjoy
It made her glad as she never gets any
But now she knows she'll get many!
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