<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Babies In A Jar</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mrs. Lewis keeps her trophies <br>All tucked inside glass jars <br>their kept as secret prizes <br>Where prying eyes can’t find</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Their won from every summer <br>Through triumphs for losing <br>Her first base each trimester <br>From when she cruised for bruising</div><div style="margin:10px 0">They’ll never grow too idle <br>The birds and bees she poisoned <br>She knows they’ll never toil <br>With tears from vicious bullies </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Each day she makes a visit <br>Inside a surreptitious fridge <br>Where there are angel triplets <br>Indisposed of there remains </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Their timeless form in centrifuge <br>Expunged embalmed forever pure <br>It fills the void of consciousness <br>And dress her sense of restlessness </div><div style="margin:10px 0">For her father always said, she was his “super little girl” <br>But now she’s growing up, and all of life is just a whirl <br>Sad belladonna painted, a dyed chameleon for the night <br>Spinning comatose assailant through the void of carbon light <br>With an office, and a mortgage and graduates degree <br>Reaching high above her dreams, but always falling through the peak’s <br>Wears a face of winter grace, that betrays the strain of movement <br>Though she screams inside her grins, because she’s afraid they'll listen</div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now she’s a mummy’s mother<br>Clairvoyants his her husband <br>They’ll never make her lonely’ <br>Or stage the root of reackless folly </div><div style="margin:10px 0">It feels good for something cold<br>She knows she can control<br>To reach thrills that’s never there<br>When no one asked her 'do you care? ”</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There’s nothing that feels true<br>To feel a pulse opaquly rouge <br>And living normal’s dead for strange<br>When your hearts and mind is rearranged </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Motherhood is everlasting<br>When the storkes gift is cold mutton<br>To host the reapers banquet <br>For all her babies in a bottle</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430643" data-title="Babies In A Jar de Kevin Patrick" data-description="Mrs. Lewis keeps her trophies All tucked inside glass jars their kept as secret prizes Where prying eyes can’t find Their won from every summer Through triumphs for losing Her first base each ..."></div> </div> </div>

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