by Lloyd E. Lawrence Sr
When I was an infant tucked in my crib, I nursed from a bottle and spittled my bib. Then as a toddler, before I knew it, My foot was so wide they hardly could shoe it. Kindergarten was a wonderful place, I learned with others to share the space. Going to Middle School in my teens, Prepared me for High School and chili-beans. I went to the service to win a war, As so many others had done before. It was a wife and the kids following that, With plenty of grand-kids to love and pat. Alas! Now I'm old and tucked in my crib, I nurse from a bottle and spittle my bib.
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