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A new world is born
With a cry of its own; Not sure how to fit in Or pack up and run? No signs of any old All young and bold, Can be hard to hold Or calmly just behold. There is no choice, no room for a poise, or any point to noise take it or leave if wise! Free Verses, 12 lines Written on 11/28/11
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