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An Epistle To My Unborn Child 

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Yousssef Boudarka

By Youssef Boudarka RABAT  

I have long thought, my youthfu' son

Of the callous deeds of this life

None shall reach your elite soul

If you stand still, future warrior !

Leaves of my life grown of naivety

Momentos of regret , for you to know

To be a man of reasonable sanity.

You'll try the world soon, my lad

And, dear, believe me

Mankind is a vicious squad.

They may attempt to grieve ye ;

Accuse ye, or bury your hopes

But set your thought for care and trouble.

In the land of thugs, you shall be a noble !

Vener the beautiful flowers of life

The other man in you,

Betray not, love your wife

Fathertic words can hold many

Wisdom and vices to regard, sonny.

There I go to my last journey

Undoubtedly, you will not be lonely .


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