Not Yet
By mick_riley
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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She waits how long, how long it takes
A new child soon the same mistake
'No not me', her daughter breaks
To tears and cries 'I won't forsake, my life so young my image
fake'.
'For I'm not you, were not the same.
You cried so loud when baby came
A cry of fear, despair and hate,
Thats all I am your fiend of fate'.
So daughter goes to understand her mothers fear of whats
unplanned
And daughter goes to contemplate, Will baby be her lost soul-mate?
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