THIS IS A FICTIONAL POEM.
We're stuck in this house because of this twenty-five inch snow.
There's no doctor here so I'm having to bring this baby into the world.
I hope that it will be a boy but it might be a girl.
The baby just arrived but I have to mourn.
It's a boy like I had hoped but it's stillborn.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I know that my baby is dead.
I thought I'd get a son but I've got a broken heart instead.
Poetry by Randy Johnson
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Written on 2008-01-10 at 16:16
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She's in labor
I want to take my pregnant wife to the hospital but we can't go.We're stuck in this house because of this twenty-five inch snow.
There's no doctor here so I'm having to bring this baby into the world.
I hope that it will be a boy but it might be a girl.
The baby just arrived but I have to mourn.
It's a boy like I had hoped but it's stillborn.
Tears are rolling down my cheeks because I know that my baby is dead.
I thought I'd get a son but I've got a broken heart instead.
Poetry by Randy Johnson
Read 543 times
Written on 2008-01-10 at 16:16
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