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INFANT SORROW
Contributed by
light
on
Thursday, 8th September 2005 @ 07:42:05 PM in AEST
Topic:
EmotionalPoetry
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My mother groaned, my father wept,
Into the dangerous world I lept;
Helpless, naked, piping loud,
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.
Struggling in my father’s hands,
Striving against my swaddling-bands,
Bound and weary, I thought best
To sulk upon my mother’s breast…
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2005-09-08 19:42:05] (Date/Time posted on
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