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Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Poor little baby loo!

It never was loved, and used like all before,
to rid the little one's fears.
Yet, it was dumped in the memory store,
after the first two years.

I won't use you till you are clean,
But, I will return favours soon.
I will treat you like you've never been.
It is promised by the moon.

The day started with a misty dawn.
It awaited the promise of a clean bill.
The closet opened, the guts did fawn,
Alas! flushed with last night's fill.

It was tired, but hopeful, all the same;
it replenished itself, as it had to.
And today ended, but tomorrow never came.
Poor little baby loo!


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