Goodnight Moon In the rocking chair Your body cradled in the Safe bed of my arms, Now your cherub cheeks fall. Soon a deepening voice will sweep like a brushstroke and we’ll forget Pointing tiny fingers finding little mice Tracing the arc of the cow and
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Oct 26 2012, 07:05 AM
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Estée Klar