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Babies in neverland

They would hold their  hands up High in search of golden nuggets, Their dummies held up to the sky. The map showing them where X did Mark a spot, they crawled on their   Merry way, through sand they did Crawl, slowly never would they stop. They didn't want it in a skull nappy, X marked the brown pongy spot. A Bottom full of sand would slow a Pirate baby down, making them Uncomfortable  crying as their treasure Unreached they would have had to stop. They crawled under fallen trees, through Shrub and looked up, and saw the branches Reaching for the sky. They were nearly There they had crawled for 20 feet and Stopped twice for nap times, as it was Far away in baby steps not like big foot. They had reached there goal with dummies In hand, many dangers faced but together As a crew they got to the treasured land. X was their goal and it did mark a spot, Where the golden nuggets shined in that Spot. Where the rusks had that golden tint, And that yummy taste as they went down With a bottle Of hot milk in hand that really Hit that nap time spot. Dummies held up high they had reached that Promised land, where treasure was eaten an Then nap time was coming close to hand, gogo And goodnight.
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