The Unborn

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    The Unborn
    Will I live or will I die?
    Is the question I ask my Mother each day as I grow inside of Her.
    Soon She will have an answer for me.

    Will I live or will I die?
    Is the question I ask my Father each day as he fights my Mother.
    Soon He will have an answer for me.

    Will I live or will I die?
    Is the question I ask my parents each day as they tell each other I'm not wanted.
    Soon they will have an answer for me.

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    blueridgeblues commented on The Unborn

    01-29-2009

    very good, short but to the point. mark litteral. thumbs up
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    Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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