Thy father and thy spirit
Chastised into holy sin
Commit not the fallacy
Of one that lies within
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I see little boys and little girls
Bags in hand and hair in curls
Walk across the summer street
Complain of the scorching heat
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The first breath I took I do not remember
You had waited for me all of December
Finally I came with my pink little toes
Maybe I looked like a tiny bundle of woes
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