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Baby Girl

Lying in the morgue aneath the dim light Her corpse both motionless As left behind; pulling up unto the curb While decades have come and gone Held the years when beauty fled A breath she flew; purged with tears Which held their sight And eager hands to turn this key.... ============================= ...."Baby Girl" *

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