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Woken up feelin' groggy and unrested.
The baby's sick,
Fever's thirty-eight degrees.
'Tis a challenge of mamahood,
Giving care as much as I could.
Come rest or not,
Couldn't ignore a baby who's hot.
'Tis fragile little thing,
So long for a Mama's touch.
Sometimes 'tis enough,
Sometimes 'tis not much.
Just knowing Mama's beside,
Is half the cure
Of this sufferin' soul.
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