Cedar Sings in Breeze

My Baby

My baby’s got
Curly red hair
Shimmering eyes
Freckles to spare
 
Likes to play games
And peddle wares
Lives her life with
Artistic flair
 
A Gypsy Rose
Nothing compares
Love in herself
Home in her stares
 
Wants to play nice
Until you dare
Give a smack to
Her derriere
 
Smile askew
Just like her view
Heart gives a clue
How we could care

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