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Grave Situation

So drunk the child took two years to walk
Who could tell, how well you'd  think and talk?
Out of lust you were born 
Parallel thoughts of love, a mothers scorn.
Bound integrity held for shame, 
Mama, the child and with whos name
There was more to be had
Sometimes good, sometimes bad
That's just the way it is, even for kids

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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Date: 3/12/2017 7:49:00 AM
That's so true, isn't it? That's just the way it is? This is a partly sad poem, and very well written... Welcome to PoetrySoup.
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Date: 3/11/2017 8:59:00 PM
Right on, Stanley. Hard and real. : )
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