When I was born, my mother had, A melancholy, 'twas very sad, To look at me, She would cry, Why me, oh why, oh why? Post natal #depression was the key, She couldn't bare to look at me, She left me outside a shop one day, In a pram asleep I lay, A lady looked into the pram, as ladies do, And went away with #depression too.
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