Baby
Baby I hold you above
the cold August Wind
with the sweetest songs I can sing.
Keep them in a Pot
Locke d
against all natural sin
The eyes of free men
search for it still
though
no one can smile
into the eyes of an infant
and imagine evil residing there.
Copyright © Dan Helppi | Year Posted 2014
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