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Aug 2019
you could say
she didn't know

I don't know, mebbe

but she knew
something

that wombed man,

I could tell

but she tells it better,

mysterious as hell, she says

I know a mother's love

no un-wombed, v. 1.0 ever can

even imagine

the pain
and the joy

knowin'

that head stompin'promise...

Remember that.
wisdom practice, seeing the fem in fatle infante enflagrante
Ken Pepiton
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Ken Pepiton  75/M/Pine Valley CA
(75/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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