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The baby
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English poems You cry
You call my name
So I’ll change your diaper dry
You shrill
Reach out your hand
For the bottle of milk I fill
You drool
You spit at me
When I would try to wipe your stool
You snore
You roll in sleep
You sleep like an adult and more
Thumb suck
It’s what you do
When from me you would want a tuck
No care
Though late at night
High above at the stars I stare
Fine here
Staying up late
‘Coz I enjoy when you are near
Hear me
I’ll just be here
To watch you grow up and be free
