coming home from work to day, turned in to my street.
looking up a head,
thats not right theres a young baby standing in the middle of our street.
stopped the bike just short as not to scare her,
picked her up, weres your mum, which house is yours.
frantic mother comes running out.
just turned her back for a few seconds, she was gone.
what happend on your way home today.
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