Far apart young ones
I smile everly thankful
The reds come to visit
No sucklings for today,
The breasts are still heaving
from lifes unending traumas
Far apart young ones.
Would you enjoy a life
Without a cot,
Some milk without a mother?
Far apart
Babyhood taxes, the shock cost more
Far apart from semen the god...
For I would rather ye accompany
The reds than taken into the arms of another.
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