nihaomaccchina's Journal

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  • Archives for September 2008
  • WITH LOVE (Poem)

    by nihaomaccchina on September 11, 2008
    With Love In the hands of a poor baby, there was this a tity, it was a tity of the right (side), from it sprang no milk, as that mother who had this teet could barely produce her pinky, to soothe her baby completely un-suckled and mal-nourished, bat-eyes, bad eyes baby's got- mixed, Indian-born in African design, As of the shape of this baby's head AND it- a fast two-year old toddler, Says " Oh I look like I'm only one!"
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  • WITH LOVE (Poem)

    by nihaomaccchina on September 11, 2008
    With Love In the hands of a poor baby, there was this a tity, it was a tity of the right (side), from it sprang no milk, as that mother who had this teet could barely produce her pinky, to soothe her baby completely un-suckled and mal-nourished, bat-eyes, bad eyes baby's got- mixed, Indian-born in African design, As of the shape of this baby's head AND it- a fast two-year old toddler, Says " Oh I look like I'm only one!"
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  • WITH LOVE (Poem)

    by nihaomaccchina on September 11, 2008
    With Love In the hands of a poor baby, there was this a tity, it was a tity of the right (side), from it sprang no milk, as that mother who had this teet could barely produce her pinky, to soothe her baby completely un-suckled and mal-nourished, bat-eyes, bad eyes baby's got- mixed, Indian-born in African design, As of the shape of this baby's head AND it- a fast two-year old toddler, Says " Oh I look like I'm only one!"
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