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Untitled #4
by Gregory Wilde  /  poetry  /  26 Jan 2009

My mother and father had a daughter.
    They were twenty and twenty-three.
New York hospital at the bottom of a basement.
    Asked if they should abandon,
Their daughter, one refused and one accepted.
    My mother never saw her daughter.
Taken from the basement into a chamber,
    Given to rich parents with degrees.

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