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Sep 2013
Cassiopeia opened her gown
******* full of new milk and very round
she called to the infant gods, she kept
the wailing kind, that could never sleep

Yet her sweet mother milk
that wondrous substance
did sustain them
sweet mothers milk

A mothers love comes in droplets
they give you their life energy
if God should have a face
it would be a mothers effigy


by Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris


By NeonSolaris

© 2010 NeonSolaris (All rights reserved)
Christos Andreas Kourtis
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Christos Andreas Kourtis  London UK
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