Treasure Island

alanesha pugh


Babies


Babies babies
Everywhere
Babies is here to there
Babies sometimes cry for no reason
Babies come almost in every season
babies are sweet and cute
some babies love eating fruit
babies need to be loved and cared
babies are like little bears
but when the moon is down and the clock strikes 9
sweet dreams to all and all goodnight

Submitted: Saturday, September 22, 2012

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i basically wrote this poem because of how many nephews and nieces i have and as an auntie i must watch over them and make sure they dont get to any trouble with their parents or what ever but its hard work when their just so many of them to watch so they basically expired me to write this poem

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