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Now had his body been but still, His face was that of a Raphael, Limned in melancholy Pensive eyes set on another world. Another world he did therein dwell Until his kangaroo jumps arrested the spell. They froze our looks And in wonderment we did gaze. In his mother's tender and loving care He fondled,caressed and kissed her hair. Trapped in its own tissue The congregation could but pray. Witty were the priest's words about eternal life Recognising our mortal cares and daily strife While we contemplated the beauty of innocence Wrapped in the tragedy of total dependence.