16 Eylül 2011 Cuma

a ay!

my mother groaned, my father wept,
into the dangerous world i leapt;
helpless, naked, piping loud,
like a fiend hid in a cloud.

struggling in my father's hands,
striving against my swaddling bands,
bound and weary, i thought best
to sulk upon my mother's breast.


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