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Wails of a child unknown to me, Capriciously about my lobes. Troubles me most disturbingly, Generates many tears that holds. If it were mines, tender the touch, My soul, my heart, they would both be. Extended warmths will be so much, Eyes be wide opened to receive. A surprise to be, of its hold, At a distance I turned and saw, The once wailing child looked so bold, Child cracks a smile at me with awe. This be so unexpectedly, What be within me emanates, Outstretched it did invisibly, Delights of three now resonates. Departure of three that it be, Their hearts they will be now comforts, Three souls unites with so much glee, Parts knowing of the warm efforts. Date: 06/09/2019 Syllable Counter checked 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8, 8-8-8-8.

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Date: 6/9/2019 11:44:00 PM
Whenever I hear a child cry out, I always turn, be it my child or a child I have never met. It is the mom/dad/grandma/grandpa/aunt/uncle in us. "Wails of a child unknown to me, Capriciously about my lobes. Troubles me most disturbingly," Nice one.
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William Kekaula
Date: 6/10/2019 12:04:00 AM
Yes, 'tis true of the innateness with us Caren, Aloha William
Date: 6/9/2019 10:57:00 AM
You are a very kind soul William - your poetry gives your gentle heart away - inciently that beautiful baby you hold has your eyes! Hugs, Jennifer.
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Date: 6/9/2019 11:14:00 AM
An astute awareness exudes truly Jennifer, Aloha William