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Baby, Baby
She is hungry
and cold, with
absolutely no
place to go:
no dreams to
hold, not even
a little kid of
sorts: impressed
by something not
even half understood.
and cold, with
absolutely no
place to go:
no dreams to
hold, not even
a little kid of
sorts: impressed
by something not
even half understood.
Published 17th Oct 2012
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