Wishful Thinking Poem by michael Smajda

Wishful Thinking

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True, my wife is getting fatty.
I'm soon going to be a daddy.
I wish aft the baby is born,
Baby cries little at night.
Yet, a much better delight,
It lets me sleep late in the morn.

Friday, May 15, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: life
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