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She fed my soul
She sent me out into the world,
But before she did she made sure I had breakfasted.
She sent me out into the world,
But before she did she filled my lunch box.
She sent me out into the world,
But for me tea she prepared a banquet,
Gil and Benjamin broke my fast,
So though I knew the revolution would not be televised
I saw a poet could be hero in my Mother’s...
Thursday 6th January 2011 10:01 pm
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