Marching
The Father awakened from a hibernation.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father cooked grits and eggs.
The Father awakened from a jubilation.
The Father awakened to a situation.
The Father cries and he begs.
The Father forgets and he begs.
The Father laments his hibernation.
The Childrn run and play.
The Children chase the Icecream Man.
The Children follow the Icecream Man.
The Children hide until May.
The Children stare at their Birth-Man
The Children have no words to say.
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