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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Wendsday child filled with woe born into choas cold empty shadow. she who shivers while her baby glows small feet and eyes simply close A tight fist hearth a crying mist skin that is dark who fathomed sun kiss kissed on the bridge of thy nose curiosity strikes thee small eyes that follow magnetic warmth that only you dream about cookies and candles and a water spout hope cools the steam off a dragon's snout an image of worry succeeds his doubt fire flares but only rage finds out broken glass only acommpany a shout she knows pain... and he knows now A love tie broken but why tight bounds? Fragile mind do you feel sadden at all? you laugh and play pass river sheep small you will seek out the forest trees tall mysterious uplifts whenever you fall they beck your name they need not call. You're just a babe A scattered brain U what path do you take You must be brave! you suddenly peer a great goldenly gate clever u are not so vines you break, unnecessarily so plant life you take the spirit of wonder you seemingly shake It's The women who used her hand as a plate! She guides your light so bright and so pure all through the night her lullaby cures She chased away your lonesome fear You feel comfort now that she's here she a flower who wilts away pours u her soul as her leaves turn grey you are captivated by the beauty of her growth she whispers to you like a sacred oath she will say to love and to pray and always be wise her eyes will cry you seem to know why. she can no longer play in Marvelous May the sun has to set at the end of the day. you weep the woes of wistful Wednesday.
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