I Am Pregnant
Communing with Nature in sway,Ecstatic I am like a merry bug in May.
Pregnant I am every single day
With bursts of thoughts that never decay.
Birth I give by day to word play,
And lullabies I hymn by night so gay.
Such a holy marriage I shall never betray
As the shade of History never leaves Pompeii.
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