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Jack the baby
Wanted his bottle. His pants were full; His wail at full throttle. Mom comes rushing in And looms over his bed. Jack burps out a smile. It's time to be fed! With his diaper now empty; His stomach quite full; Jack examines his surroundings, Then plays with some drool. Now rocking with Mom Jack sits sucking his thumb May he grow to write poetry On Writing.com
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