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November 30, 2009
by Marie Rennard
Poetry
(Swans - November 30, 2009)
Gone with angels,
His smile,
Blown in the wind.
And Edith's heart's torn out with tears
She just can't leave him leave
Although she knew he wouldn't stay
And her arms were too large for such a small baby,
So they took him away from her
Gently talking console.
And now she sits, absent,
Her eyes wide shut
And she's got nothing left to lull a soothe
But fathomless sorrow.
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