A Child Never Born
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Terminé dim., juil. 19, 2015<5 mins
I wrote this poem for all mothers who have miscarried a baby, please tell me what you think of it I tried a new style of a poem without rhymes I know its not my best but it came from my heart. My first baby who will never be of this earth a true innocent angel. RIP Lil' Angel Jan. 4 2007
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