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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>There Goes My Baby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I use to find myself staring at her.<br>She was so very beautiful, <br>My mother.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Boy, why are you staring at me? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">~Ma, you are so pretty! ~</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Okay, what do you want? <br>I don't have any more money, <br>For you to buy another 45.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I use to 'stay' in Roz Records.<br>It was a music store, <br>Not far from our apartment in Bellevue Square.<br>On Canton Street.<br>In Hartford, Connecticut.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I remember my first 45...<br>'There Goes My Baby'<br>By the Drifters! <br>I would play it 'all' the time.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">~Ma, you so pretty! ~</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">'Boy, you better get out of my face.<br>And go play with the other kids in the playground.'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I did it! <br>Like a chore.<br>Children bored me back then! <br>They were so...'childish'.<br>And I was born a grown man.<br>I was! <br>But that's a different story.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I think most boys become infatuated, <br>With their mothers first.<br>Giving wives competition they did not expect.<br>And most men who had been mama's boys...<br>Usually divorce.<br>To be left on missions, <br>To find someone to spoil them! </a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">I know.<br>I've been married twice.<br>To do that 'thrice'<br>Would be absolutely foolish.<br>'Huh...ma? '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=443785" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>Dedicated: <br>In loving memory to my mother, <br>Edna Roberts-Prudhomme Pertillar<br>'Miss you, ma! '</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Lawrence+S.+Pertillar">Lawrence S. Pertillar</a></strong></div>