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To My Child

To my child In the morning born rosy cheeks, caused by a fever as the autumnal sun arose. In the cradle a smile of wisdom old, never cried, the child When the first snowflakes softly covered the soil, a soul went back home.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 8/28/2017 11:51:00 AM
Brilliant heartbreaking pen. Potent. Perfect.
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