The baby is expected
In early morning March,
Late in the month
On Thursday's watch;
Arriving along with
A harbinger thought
So the days know no boundaries,
They joyride and sneer;
They break off their colloquy
And stare over there
The baby is expected
In early morning March,
Late in the month
As Scorpio plots;
Arriving along with
A gibbous cough
So the days chauffeur moments,
They rejoice and retort;
They banter about feelings
And things over there
Come now sweet baby
Rest in my arms,
Late in the month
As the moon waves to Libra;
Arriving Altair...
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