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May 2014
My mother groand! my father wept.
Into the dangerous world I leapt:
Helpless, naked, piping loud;
Like a fiend hid in a cloud.

Struggling in my fathers hands:
Striving against my swaddling bands:
Bound and weary I thought best
To sulk upon my mothers breast.
By WILLIAM BLAKE
Sharina Saad
Written by
Sharina Saad  Malaysia
(Malaysia)   
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