Blocks and Black Roses

October 18, 2010
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Blocks that build,
A child desperately calling,
A pat for good-times,
A mother slowly falling.

Infinite walls for such so small,
Dreaming to become one so tall,
A mother waiting outside the door,
For black roses galore.

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