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The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt
remain to soothe, yet fears to gain,
in sobbing darkness, left with guilt.

It matters not what milk is spilt,
or if this time obeisance wane-
The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.

The punishment not what thou wilt,
entombed below the living plain
in sobbing darkness, left with guilt.

Embittered rage to sleepings’ lilt,
what brings to life their love again?
The rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.

In childish torment, joys are killed.
With cries and kicks and screamings vain
‘gainst sobbing darkness, left with guilt.

No neighbor knows these fears are built
next door in loving discipline.
In sobbing darkness, left with guilt
to rocking chair and tear-stained quilt.

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