Pocket Poem by Dorsey Baker

Pocket



Baby your pocket
It's so big its so deep
Baby you are a very smart girl
And I just can't
Play you cheap
Baby your pocket
It holds
Something that my soul
It really need
Baby your pocket
Heal my wounds
Every time
That I bleed
Baby your pocket
So true and tried
Baby your pocket
It give me everything
That keeps me satisfied

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