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Our Baby

We just pampered him a bit No more than other parents do Of course he has never held a job And he is the ripe young age of forty-two When he wants a sandwich from a block away He picks up the phone and asks us to bring it his way Sure, it is an hour and a half drive each direction, But then we get to give our baby boy a little inspection We see how well he is doing, and fix things that need fixed. We would take him out for pizza, but our ideas are always nixed. He is a teensy bit spoiled, but my ex-wife and I like it that way. His lack of initiative means he will forever our baby stay.

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