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Her face was an indifferent mask As I questioned her about The child she was surrendering. She confirmed the neglect As if she forgot to feed a dog. We went on together playing The unfeeling tramp and the annoyed Young lawyer feeling the power Of who he thought he was. The questions narrowed and She fidgeted, then squirmed, then A few tears leaked and the boy Playing lawyer woke up When he saw what I was doing And how I was doing it. He fought me with thoughts of Our mother, and pity, and mercy; But the lawyer had to continue Even if his voice lost the condescension. He went on as the girl playing tramp Began to sob then fell apart When she said, “Yes,” The boy became a man Who has never forgiven the lawyer.
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