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The Rustling Stalks of Dying Autumn Corn

Your first born cry
Till
You became a bride
You
Were a miracle
In
Your Mother's eyes
And
In the Autumn of your time
After
Your last breath of life
Again
You'll be a miracle
At
Your Mother's side
In
Paradise
Written by snugglebuck
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Author's Note
My entry for the 'Miracle' competition.
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