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Incunabulis
by Clara Mae Gregory*the world is always fresh and new for a wee babe....
Incunabulis
From swaddling clothes
The babes do grow
Suckling wounds
And salvaging souls
In a new world old.
04/28/2014 Posted on 04/28/2014
Copyright © 2026 Clara Mae Gregory
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| Posted by Steve Michaels on 04/28/14 at 07:35 PM I learned a new word and enjoyed the sounds - this poem should be read aloud. The rampant s sounds will almost mirror those of a suckling babe. Good stuff! |
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