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Small Little Baby Safe in it's mother's womb Feeling her warmth, hearing her heartbeat Innocent Little Baby Peacefully swimming around Terror to strike & distrupt it's peace Violently lashing at the small being Try swimmimg away but there is no hope Small limbs ripped from it's tiny developing body Silent screams come from it's little mouth Finally it's over The being is at peace once again In the arms of God being comforted and rocked "Easy Little One For I Am Here" No more pain is to be felt from this precious baby A former Mother lay on the operation table crying A feeling of guilt over come her body Tears swell and roll down her hot, flushed cheeks Pregnancy was the last thing on her mind "I wasn't ready" she reminds herself Sweet Little Angel Baby In Heaven Protected. Loved. WANTED.
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GBird819
<P>To many babies are killed by a person who is "not ready"</P>

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