If I may ask,
Did she meet it on the way
Why should we counterfeit?
I see her tummy grow huge
Day after day,
The same way I saw her
Play in the neighbor's house non-stop!
Did she meet it on the way,
Allowing them to swim any howly-
As if they were to insert big suits,
Parrots say her tummy matures in nine moons,
I'm waiting patiently to tell the tale
Pain engulfed in the nine Moon's-
Maybe, maybe not change will surface.
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