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May 2017
Your belly grows. Like a little Buddha,
Pure in thought,
An immaculate conception.

In a bubble of beauty,
Indestructible peace,
Blooms in your heart.

Talk to me, little Babe,
I'd like to see,
Through a child's eyes.
Megan Sherman
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