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>I guess I'll be the first to bare my soul here. =) >This poem is called "Never", and it came to me when I >found a photograph in an old box in the cellar. > >not a family >or a memory >just a picture >faded >wrinkled a little >a baby between two people >Man and Woman joined by Love >but where is that love now? >gambled away in the unfair game >of life >no father >no mother >and now no baby >the baby grew up >she’s looking at the picture >hands trembling >not really sure what she’s seeing >Man is happy >Woman indifferent >and the baby is innocent >as only babies can be >the girl listens closely >but hears no sound >and sees no memory >of these two and the baby >she knows only silence >of the family that never was

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