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Six months 

crazy crazy crazy. they said 
man "you have to be crazy 
shes 6 months pregnant man 
whats wrong man''cant you see 

the words of my friends 
as they try to get me to understand 
that how can i love a girl 
who has been left pregnant by another man 

OK" this is how the story began at the home deport 
I was at work in the lumber department 
had just walk over to the ply wood aisle 
after spotting Eric on the forklift to get a crate of  cement 

So i was putting away some PT lumber 
when i heard a gentle sweet voice says "can you help me 
and when i turn around there was this pregnant girl 
and she was so beautiful but her face were unhappy 

So I said " sure how can I help you 
She had a voice that was so soft and sweet 
She had black wavy shoulder length hair 
And an angel face with red lips that looks so sweet 

She then started to tell me with her beautiful voice 
That she wanted help with getting a piece of ply 
And if I can cut  two pieces for her 
And which is the better one to buy 

I did everything to make her very happy 
And make her feel appreciated at the home Deport 
So I told her Congratulations with the baby 
And I started to walk away to isle 24 

Then I stop and said " let me help with the cart 
   And would also help you put it in your car outside 
After I close the car door I said your husband will help you at home 
When I said that she let's out all the tears she was trying to hide 

She was left by her boyfriend after he got her pregnant 
And for the six months she was making it on her own 
And she told me everything about her life story 
And I told her from today you are not alone 

And I give her my number " and said 
Call me or text me anytime  day or night 
Anytime you feel alone and wants to talk 
And she smile wipe her eyes and said " all right 

Three days past and I didn't heard from her 
But while at work at the home Deport she was on my mind 
I sweep the aisle and flat stack the lumber 
But still I keep thinking of her all the time 

Then late one night I got a call from her 
And she was crying and said "she feels so alone 
And how she hope I didn't mind she calling me 
So late while I am at my home

continue on six months part 2
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