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Mary’s Poem.

March 16, 2011

I never knew my womb
could muster up a swoon
till the man i left for dead
held a baby’s head.

and now at night i sigh
because i am still alive
while the man i had who fathered
can not even bother.

I love him, so i said
but then when he felt dead
i had to leave instead

Now when i saw his heart
i almost fell apart
and truthfully i did
when someone had his kid.

but now i think i might
put away that plight
to see if love again
is not a foe, but a friend.

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