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Fri 11 Dec, 2015 03:45 pm
Mama, Mama, put me to bed
I won't make it home, I'm already half-dead.
I met an Invalid, and fell for his art
He showed me his smile, and went straight for my heart.
@petergarida,
No idea. it's a free-form poem. I'd ask the author is about all I can say.