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An infant is a gift of joy one some mothers seek to destroy. With pills and drugs, they wish to rid themselves from having their own kid. How is death in the womb alright? But death outside brings many fright Whether by accident, she conceived, On her hands, the ****** will be Is a child unworthy of love? Dispute this with the Lord above.
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Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
Disputed Joy
An infant is a gift of joy one some mothers seek to destroy. With pills and drugs, they wish to rid themselves from having their own kid. How is death in the womb alright? But death outside brings many fright Whether by accident, she conceived, On her hands, the ****** will be Is a child unworthy of love? Dispute this with the Lord above.
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17/F/New York
Jan 6, 2018
Jan 6, 2018 at 8:50 PM UTC
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