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Mother
The wind whispers her name as it passes by.
Small little boy is kneeling down in the mud;
gazing upon the scratches oozing his blood.
29.07.2007
by
Mitchell Thompson
Down pours the rain from the melancholy sky.The wind whispers her name as it passes by.
Small little boy is kneeling down in the mud;
gazing upon the scratches oozing his blood.
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