Okay, i know you guys are probably a little miffed about the frequency of my posts about poems. I hope you aren't i enjoy sharing my favorite poems with you guys like this next one.
Stillborn
These poems do not live: it's a sad diagnosis.
They grew their toes and fingers well enough,
Their little foreheads bulged with concentration.
If they missed out
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