My daughter has had so many abortions followed by so many stillborn. Maybe its' 'their' choice ...
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Fluttered by the numbers,
cocooned by the score,
I've chosen to ooze, (sigh)—
kids, you don't need one more.
If we have but a day,
why throw it away?

I'll find my dreams somewhere,
in the arms of care.
You can't touch me o'er there …
I'm out of harms lair—
in dreams abated.

You devour pesticide,
smoke by the hour.
I'd never spread wings wide,
my breath would be sour.
Born early underweight,
because smoking can't wait.

I'll find my dreams somewhere,
in the arms of care.
You can't touch me o'er there …
I'm out of harms lair—
in dreams abated.

Alcohol, drugs, go down
that make you feel good.
They poison your baby …
if not yet—they could.
Dawns' mist … I slide away
and am flushed today.

In paradise … somewhere,
arms envelope me, care.
I'm am perfect … so there!
I'm out of your hair—
my dreams abated.