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baby poem

the child who threw away leaf after leaf
a storm is riding on the tide
though i am little as all little things
softly now the light of day
when night drifts along the streets of the city
to clothe the fiery thought
babylon-where i go dreaming
three days i heard them grieve when i lay dead

 



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