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Until The Baby Comes
Ten ‘till twelve.
A woman named Heather.
One child at home.
She wears a pentagram on her forearm
Tattoos are forever.
A mark of her youth she still bears.
While her little girl sleeps at home,
She works at IHOP during the night.
I wonder if this is how,
She expected her life to turn out.
Trying to make ends meet,
By serving pancakes and eggs,
A side of hash browns.
She’s pregnant and due in August.
Her little girl turns six tomorrow,
And she’s thinking of going back to college
But isn’t ...