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Apr 2013
She didn't know how to tell him, She was scared, and all alone,
Should she tell him to his face or just pick up the phone?
It was all so fresh and new, only months had past,
She knew what he would say "this is way to fast".

But still it grew every day,
With the words getting harder to say..

Maybe he will smile and hold her really tight,
Kiss her forehead over again and assure her it's alright,
It takes two to tango but alone you see her dance,
She's twiddling her thumbs, waiting for her chance....

"Honey.. I'm pregnant"
Peachycooke
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Peachycooke  England
(England)   
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   Susan O'Reilly
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