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Beyond Midnight

Beyond midnight her tears distil, burnishing the valley between her hieght of hope and depth of pain; till dusky waves awash her dawn. From whence comes these soldiers? pure grapes trodden under fate's feet, before her eyes the sun did sob, and cloudy wind gave rise to warmth. The whirlwind blew away her bole, her fountain flows still for her child, Polio defaced all her calm hours and spoiled the day, hotly, in haste. Would God that she had immunized her baby before whirlwind roared.

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