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Along through Your Warm Hands

October 1, 2012

ALONG THROUGH YOUR WARM HANDS

          A grandchild

 

Newborn  life with  a  legion

Of singing angels approuching

The wall of  this  apsurd  place:

Much of smoke and  religion,

Where it can’t do voting,

And gets a nice neckless.

 

Take a baby grandchild

Along through your warm hands

To be shined nad smiled,

Far  away from theese  lands.

0110 1328 

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