My Baby No More Poem by John Leroy Maxwell

My Baby No More



It's seven in the morning, seven in the morning time
Thinking 'bout my baby, thinking 'bout my baby so fine
Last night we went dancing, dancing 'til the break of dawn
Just dancing with my baby, thinking nothing in the world
could go wrong
She said, 'excuse me please, I'll be right back, ' then she
puckered up her lips and gave me a smack
Time is a passing, it's been an hour or so
Where can she be, 'cause we got to go
I asked the man at the door if he saw my girl
He said ''oh yeah she was dancing up a whirl
But she's not here now, she was kicking up her feet
When she went out the door, with a guy named Pete'
It's seven in the morning, seven in the morning time
Just thinking 'bout my baby, thinking she's no
longer mine

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Love gone bad!
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