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August 21, 2007 - Tuesday
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Current mood:  pleased
---->FUNNY POEM<----
I used to dream of a child
that was so care-free and happy
but no diapers for my baby
makes him kinda "rashy"
His spit up is like green slime
and now he has 4 teeth
It wouldn't bother me so much if he wasn't only 2 weeks
When he screams
His dad thinks he's a demon
and so does the family pet
Maybe that's the reason we can't find him yet?
He crawls on the walls and hides behind the refrigerator
Now it doesn't sound half bad,
that pet alligator!
He won't wear diapers
He won't even eat
Well I take the eating part back
If you wanna count the kitchen sink!
I feel so inbetween
should I keep him or give him away
Giving him away is what I'm leaning toward
since he always seems to cuss when we pray...
No, but he's just a baby
and it can't get any worse!
"Where did my baby go?"
"And where in the hell is my purse!?!?"
By TaRae Porter
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