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Thu, 24.09.2009

TO CHILDREN by Lawrence McGaugh

We were alone and did your life
As close as we could get-
You are neither of us!

Small one
Things happen merely because you are so imaginative-
You shall hear me upside down…
Live items more possible then real.
Your cries give my escape another draw-plate
From the last know escape.

Reprinted by permission of Lawrence McGaugh.

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