I have no children: But tonight a poem came in which a small child, my daughter, appeared at the door of a half-lit room where late one night I wrote at a heavy desk. And though interruption was hardly welcome I took her to myself, just as the poem, comforted this daughter until she found peace. The poems as the children come as they will come.SourceThe script ran 0.001 seconds.
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