ELLOIT DARE

E L L I O T T . D A R E

he will be born.


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MOTHERHOOD

M O T H E R H O O D

She lurks, eye deep, in half woken sleep

Swerving slyly around needless calls for attention

Her tired roaring, slurring, turns the morning silent

It's too early for a child moaning, moody and defiant

She pushed her noise maker forward, with golden clawed protection

Through the rest of the yawning, morning, dreary eyed pride.

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