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The New-Born Baby's Song

Rating: 3.2

When I was twenty inches long,
I could not hear the thrush's song;
The radiance of the morning skies
Was most displeasing to my eyes.

For loving looks, caressing words,
I cared no more than sun or birds;
But I could bite my mother's breast,
And that made up for all the rest.

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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Jane Childs 03 June 2018

Such a sweet, descriptive little poem.

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Susan Williams 30 January 2016

Ouch! ! ! ! Well-written! Enjoyed the poem immensely once I got that biting image out of my head.

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M Asim Nehal 29 January 2016

Nicely written poem, a song heard by the baby...10

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Rajnish Manga 29 January 2016

Extremely riveting poem that seems to portray a baby's emotions truthfully. Thanks.

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