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baby poem

no prey am i of poor thoughts
with the meek, brown eyes
from song and dream for ever gone
i never knew the earth had so much gold
i am fevered
though i am little as all little things
from our hidden places
with lips blood red and heart of stone
these hearts were woven of human joys and cares
all day to watch the blue wave curl and break
with the sunset
in their ragged regimentals

 



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