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Babies' Earth

When babies first appeared
they talked too much
played too much
and they lost voice
legs became weak
tongue, lips became heavy
and could only mime 
could only say  funny things
mama-mama-mama..pa-pa-pa
but fate had sympathy
it gave them speech
and legs to play
but in bits, slow process
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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