FIRST
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This child is a marvel, a matchless wonder.
A staggering child, a child astounding,
Dazzling, diaperless, dumbfounding,
Stupendous, miraculous, unsurpassed,
A child to stagger and flabbergast,
Bright as a button, sharp as a thorn,
And the only perfect one ever born.
SECOND
Arrived this evening at half-past nine.
Everybody is doing fine.
Is it a boy, or quite the reverse?
You can call in the morning and ask the nurse.
"யாதும் ஊரே, யாவரும் கேளிர், தீதும் நன்றும் பிறர்தர வாரா, நோதலும் தணிதலும் அவற்றோ ரன்ன". To us all towns are one, all men our kin, Life's good comes not from others' gifts, nor ill, Man's pains and pain's relief are from within.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Misc:Poetry: First --- Second child
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