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A poem for Newbies Poetry contest. Prompt is 'Babies'. |
| Almost everyone has babies, not necessarily of human form. An ageing dog, or rusting car, a favourite jacket, well worn. You see, the term baby means several things, a newborn, a love, devoted. A poem, carefully crafted through time, a valentine, sugar-coated. Your baby means the world to you, you give your time, your money, your heart And when your baby enters your life, you hope you'll never have to part. 1 Footnotes |