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Expecting her son, A pregnant woman Strolls slowly down a beach Orchestrating the ebb and flow. And she goes barefoot– With an ethereal, easy charm None shall rival but Helen the beaut. Gazing at the horizon wombing The crimson, setting sun, She bears a hope for the morrow's Radiant, rising sun. -- ※ 發信站: 批踢踢實業坊(ptt.cc) ◆ From: 140.122.218.79
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