Grace
What is this life we live in -what is this world we face -
I cannot be forgiving
for what you left to trace.
For soon the morrow comes
and I shall still embrace
the baby that you left me with
and I shall call her Grace.
Poetry by Lea Foverskov
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Written on 2007-06-13 at 10:27
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