a child prayer
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Glaring signs of a distinct curse
Lies a boy, whose life is tortured by strings
He wished it were guitar strings
At least, the girls, he would get
But all he got were gills, Artificial gills!!
Grant me the moment, the lovely moment
That I may lean forth to see
The other buds, the other blooms,
The other leaves on the tree.
