Baby Literature Poems

I don't know why I love your smile
I don't know why I admire your style
I don't know why I appreciate your ways
I don't know why...

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          Spaghetti scholar
             rock...

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Let's dwell a tiny bit  on that  skill  most hanker after,
of mastering a language that especially enthrals,
infused with magic rhythm so fervent,
pulsing...

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"Imagination is as imagination does."
-- a poet of a truly handsome imagination

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On every "Help! Oh, help! I'm in a...

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The Prejudice Most Precious

"Mothers are the most maniacal of mass murderers."
-- not yours the child killed
by a teenage mass school shooter  

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"Prior to plopping into the vast waste pipe, countless first grind up."
-- the scraps of flesh on the
scraped plate

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Oh,...

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The True Gothic Tale Unending of Manifold Monsters Doomed

"The biological rarity captivates each freak of nature."
-- the Coney Island Sideshow by the Seashore
 
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Let’s take a long walk
So we can have a long talk
About everything under the sun
And anything on earth, hon.

Let’s take an afternoon walk
Baby, we need...

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Aunty baby baby baby ohhhh,,
Baby baby baby oooohhhhhh,,
Your datar is texi you knowww,,
Baby baby baby oooohhhhhh,,
Your datar is texi you knowww,,
Nothing is gonna change thoughh,,
Your...

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God, my mother told me,
You are the embodiment of love.
Since then, I have adored you most.
But I wonder do you understand me?
I read your book...

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The splendor of Nature
  a magnificent waterfall
miraculous wonder of life
  turn around -- a baby is tall

transposed to canvas, to print
  or...

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Ahab needed shore leave, 
And obsessed so on his dream,
Harpooning some sweet harlot 
Had become his major theme.
He was just a novice mariner, 
His first...

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I wore my leather jacket for the midnight crawl;
Howled a sonnet at the rising moon.
In a comedy of errors, let the engine stall;
Told my baby...

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I wanted to write
 The best slavery poem   ever written—
Perhaps win a Pulitzer or Faulkner. 

I had every intention of conforming 
To the...

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As time goes by and I grow old
Fond memories from the past unfold

Nostalgic dreams of bygone days
Of winter snows and summer haze.

The days when I...

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