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Sometimes used to think that babies could only dwell
In their special realm, of sweet baby smells;
Tidy white crib, with the even spaced bars.
Pony lamps too, pink and yellow and blue.
And sweet tasting sugary medicines
To help the sick babies get better again
And such soft, cottony diapers
Held with pastel-headed pins:
All softness and gurgle and coo.
But even baby has to go away sometimes;
The little blue eyes glaze over
Like a doll's soulless eyes, of factory hardened glass
That only can stare in one direction now;
And their sweetly puffed blushing cheeks
Become multi-colored, like the rainbow-
Only, there's too many colors now
In soft mud then, we must plant carefully
The little stilled hearts;
While we will tell them, they're only playing a part
In Jack and the Beanstalk.
And if you listen attentively, on some cold-bitten night,
Around the edges of the wind's cacophony
You might hear inconsolable crying, again
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