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		A Motherless Child's Prayer As day grows dim and night comes to fall an echo is heard of a baby's call. A prayer is said, more like a mourn, to a mother from a child, a child unborn. This child had no chance at life, for he had no say; It was his mother who chose that he would not see day. Mother, I do not blame you, for you held the key, but you placed it in the lock, you banished me for eternity. No longer do I sit in that cozy little womb; Instead, here I sit in my own tomb. Death has replaced life, for mine it is I speak; I had no say in it, for I was too weak. She said it was "her body," but I shared it with her still she didn't know what she was doing--she wasn't very sure. Do not plague my mother's soul Dear Lord, I pray. For all accounts and debts were settled; It was my life she paid.
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