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Four Pound, Half An Ounce
Two bags of sugar
A pinch of ground black pepper,
Weight of the baby
Mother gave birth to that day.
(I've sure made up for it since).
Born on the Sabbath
Priests rejoiced at her bedside.
Six weeks early though,
Sagittarian archer
Not a horned Capricorn goat.
First hours without God
We both looked death in the eye,
Mum scarred by cancer,
I, tubed and...
Friday 8th July 2022 8:03 am
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