People-to-be

Just a poem

There's another lady,

She's sitting on the stair,

They all think I'm crazy,

And tell me she's not there.

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There's a child weeping,

Because she's lost her mum,

There's a Man that's sleeping,

A baby sucking his thumb.

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We have no baby they say,

And who is that man you see?

Why would mum go away?

Because that crying girl is me.

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The man is not someone that I know,

The baby not related,

The woman an the stair wears a different eau - -

de toilette, I think she's anticipated.

.

You will guess who she is,

The man is gentle and kind,

The baby has hair all in Frizz

and his babygro is lined.

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These people are living in our home,

Our future lives n waiting,

We cannot stop them,

as it's our denstinies that we are creating.

The End

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