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 there offspring to come
What they look like
How old they will be before they will leave them
When the babe hatches and gets it’s first glimpse of life
The wispy clouds
The howling wind, Will they like it
And as the mothers sit on there eggs
They wait for that day