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She came last night with him
I will write you letters this winter
Old Man Parkstreet.
I wanted to write this love song
Sunday, 16 March 2014
Pregnant
She kept getting pregnant
And She heard her babies thrashing
kicking and gallivanting in his mind
They were eager bodies
Trying to break out into light and meals
Like that unbroken chain of life parading into history
To throw light at screams and spills
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