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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Dead Fetus Returns At age twelve, I love this girl But I am too young to be a part of her world Then at age twenty-four, I again meet her After moving from one place to another So the fire of love , within my heart begins to sour I fall in-love as a lion with high energy and a mighty roar Now this young lady is five months pregnant and meek and mild Then there is about to be paternity questions about the child. About to be a father, my hopes are dashed As this young lady, tries to terminate the pregnancy, my heart is smashed Then, finally to the hospital, I appear She is on a table, in a room, as I wait out there Just two weeks later and in the middle of the night Dead baby pays a visit, as I suffer for his plight I am fast asleep, then slowly turn to see Suspended at the foot of the bed, in a fetal position, eyes closed, he looks at me With eyes totally shut, baby cries out in agony and sorrow As I pray for the day, this child will see a brighter tomorrow That abortion could take such a beautiful little angelic soul Before it reaches full maturity , and his heaven is unfold Fully awake, I am crying with much regret, for the child that is lost For I failed to fight harder for his life, and now suffer the psychological cost Before in his mother's womb, so comfortable and full of expectation Then is made to suffer a terrible fate; pain, screaming and agonizing destruction. William Morrissey 7/30/07
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