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May 2012
Speaking from child’s eyes
A voice, squeaking among thunders
A mouse, hidden, covered, frail
The Peasant of ages, gentle and honest

Yet only appearances can shade the eyes
Her soft skin, but a tonal feature
Misrepresentative of a true nature
A woman, looking through innocent eyes

Always hiding, Always watching, Always growing
Written by
J T Gaut
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