Offspring
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Isaih Tueta, Grade 8
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Poetry
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2004
As the mothers sits on her eggs
They think of their offspring to come
What they look like
How old they will be
Before they will leave them
When the babe hatches
And gets its first glimpse of life
The wispy clouds
The howling wind, Will they like it?
And as the mothers sit on their eggs
They wait for that day.