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2005-03-25 7:36 AM Formulaic writing The bottle gushes onto baby's face.
His onesie soaks, his neck the final place Where formula encrusts and takes its hold, To curdle in the warm and tender fold. Sleep deprivation, fear of SIDS, and diapers Are nothing to us baby-bottom wipers: We yearn, we strive, we search--yet still we seek A bottle that predictably won't leak. Read/Post Comments (2) Previous Entry :: Next Entry Back to Top |
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