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Poem: PS2710



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Dear child,
Though your nine months be forgotten
And you weep in your youth
Though your glasses reveal a painful childhood,
An undecided adulthood
That shakes you into confused lifestyles
Conceive now,
That in all your fragile life,
I have held you from falling apart
And being dust
Which you still will return
For none is forgotten by me.

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