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11 April 2009, 08:14 AM
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When A Little Boy Lays Sleeping"
When a little boy lays sleeping,
Late in the Afternoon,
Cradled and draped across his mother,
His tiny arms clutch around,
His head is bosom buried,
Madonna and child are nearly one,
Little lashes rest on closed eyes,
Behind them he dreams about playing,
And growing still more tired from this,
He sighs and sinks deeper into her.
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