Innocent baby your
cheeks are chubby.
You are loving. Born
to a world, cruel
and cunning.
The complex, dwell
here as well. How?
Much you'll have to learn;
before crossing over into mature life;
walking through the mirage; outwitting
overriding many overpass; fathom
into the real. Hand over; able
To the future children
Generation to come; The
Progeny waiting
in procreation.
Children are our hope.
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