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Sunday, 21 September 2014

Poem: My name is Earth part 5

Everyone of you
I carry so dearly

I celebrate your birth
You are born on me

How lucky I am
All creatures big and small
With voices
With no voices

I take them for a spin
Around the sun

I show them my air
I show them my oceans
I amaze their eyes

Like children
You make your own rooms
Some doors are closed
Some doors are open

Yet I am their mother
Standing from Adam
My duty is peaceful

I have no bank balances
My purse 
My children have them
But they made it out of me
Carving my beauty

You want me posh looking
I also want all my children posh looking

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