Fiend In A Cloud

Vanderslice John 6 0 191 0
My mother groaned My father wept Into the dangerous world I leapt Helpless and naked Piping loud Like a fiend hid in a cloud Struggling in my father's hand Fighting against my swaddling bands Bound and weary I thought best To sulk upon my mother's breast

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