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I Am Me

I am but a seed sowing A tiny speck of life, growing Unformed, and still as yet unknowing But I am me.   I am a tiny heart beating Precious fruit of lovers meeting And of a moment, fleeting Yes I am me.   I am flesh and blood, creating Life inside the womb, gestating Safe and warm, protected, waiting Yes I am me.   I am a tiny soul, flying Unwanted gift from God, sighing A fledgling life aborted, dying No longer me.

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