My BabyA Poem by Yellow
Im so sick of hearing s**t
about how my baby was killed my baby, my baby, wheres my baby, hes out in the stone cold world I would have rather him fall, break a bone, maybe even run away but now because of you i have to sit here and say: my baby, my baby, wheres my baby, he's out in the stone cold world to stay © 2010 YellowReviews
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2 Reviews Added on May 3, 2010 Last Updated on May 4, 2010 Author
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