Fred Babbin Poems

My child, my child,
My beautiful child
You are beautiful
because you are a child.
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I am a lollygagger
and I don't know what to do,
so I write all of this poetry.
It's just for me and you.
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Conversation with my wife:

Why
Are
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I believe that a good imagination can fight reality.

Did I write that?
I don’t believe it.
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My muse has left me for the day,
And I am left all by myself
Although she gives me quiite good pay.
I really don't know what to do,
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You have touched me.
You have called me
In the midst of all the noise and bustle—
You have called me.
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When I am old, I am old
with little time left.
With little time left, with no red hat.
So I must make the most of it,
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She touched me
And I can’t forget her.
She touched me with her beauty.
She touched me with her youth
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The milk dropp on the bib.
Coffee, tea?
Did I brush my teeth?
That little bleeding knee
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