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   cradle on the bow of that old oak tree will my baby fall today?
or will the winds blow beneath the leaves and let her sleep
peacefully for there are reports of winds on the rise and she
has a stormy life ahead who are you robbing cheating stealing
all you can most precious thing you could take away childhood
not your right but to you innocence never mattered

by T. G., Melrose, MA



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