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This is one of my first AB poems....
Babyland Come with me To BabyLand. Please, hurry up And take my hand. It won't take long I promise you so. Once you come in You'll never want to go. In BabyLand Everyone can be Whatever age They choose to be. For babies there are High chairs and cribs, Crinkly diapers, pacifiers, Bottles, and bibs. For toddlers there are Stacking toys and sippy cups, Coloring crayons, blocks And even Pull-Ups. In BabyLand Mommy and Daddy are there To cuddle with you And always care. After grabbing a plushie And getting a hug good-bye Say farewell to BabyLand Until next time. |
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