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Monday, April 1, 2013

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Battle cry of the new arrival,
The short sweet yelp of life,
Music to the ears of all,
Communication begins thereon.

Embark on his adventure,
thereby called life, he begins.
Every moment, a voyage,
toward the unseen morrow.

Escapedes and exploits, his,
Are awaited with bated breath,
The pristine quest of life,
Incessant until the last breath.

2 comments:

  1. Took me awhile to find the A connection. I've never been able to write poetry...your poem is full of feeling. Thanks for the visit, glad you were able to work past the blogger snafu.

    A-Z

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  2. Love that battle cry into the world. Great themes and images are brought out by this poem. Very nice.

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