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THE CALL OF MY SCREAMING CHILD The call the hum the ever ending screaming With wooden matchsticks it will stop me dreaming An instinctive calling to bottle feeding Livid so ratty it’s a tiresome feeling One precious babe nestling against my chest As we stick together as one does best To give you a change from your mother’s breast I am wilting over you for a yearning rest Come on little chum I will pat your back So burp your wind at my sheltered neck Yes I know I have to change your pack But I won’t risk it till your mummy comes back You can coo all you want now that your fed Well I’m not playing for I’m off to bed All right then I’ll sing to you the books I read It’s all double Dutch stuff stuck in my head Promise me you will go off to sleep And I’ll read again little boo peep When you are bigger I’ll write poems for you to keep Some light hearted not to deep |
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