ah little child taking warmth from me
and the little Dover stove humming
God took a small pinch
from creations clay ball
building you with
toothpicks and rice paper
loading your mind with a program
that created the nuclear bomb
without claws and serrated jaws
you remaining the most dangerous being
I worry, custodian and protector of your
soul
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