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Sins Of The Fathers
In those eyes, tears do brim
All a-quiver are your lips
I've done wrong again
The latest of many slips
I rack my brains for reasons
Did I omit my morning kiss?
Or fail to hail your daily bloom?
What critical need did I miss?
As the baby's due next month
I'm watching my p's and q's
Skating on thin eggshells
Pandering to your mute clues
Then it dawn...
Thursday 16th July 2020 12:38 pm
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