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Cradle Thrill
Hard to still my thrill
So fast returns my babyhood feelings
As all heaven condenses in the feel
Of my baby's warm little hands in mine
Whose thoughts compared, all
Other thoughts are nought and
Despite a mere moment, the measure
Of such moments century fulfils.
poem
by
Yoonoos Peerbocus
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