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A New for What was Taken
(25/12/2011)
I don’t fancy what God did to me
I had my loss just yesterday
Last memory about her was when
she smiled at me
Couldn’t believe she had gone away
Her life was to bargain
With this pure soul I have in my
arms
Until I see her again
I promise I’ll protect him from
harms
One life was taken, after one given
for the forsaken
Life as it is, we have to surrender
of what it has given
* a poem about a loss of a woman
die laboring.
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