Born a baby, With aquiline nose.
Grown to infant, Paradise land.
One way entry, Air check-in.
Four way exit, Crawl check-out.
Strangers behold, Stare when hold.
They do the smile, Replied with the rictus.
Cry the alarm, Snooze it can’t.
Unable to dismiss, Service the call.
Only the sway, Helps in its way.
Sing a lullaby, Just like serenade.
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