Look at me! I'm standing.
Sometimes I get stuck.
OK Daisy, hold really still. If I stand on you, I'm even taller.
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Not flesh of my flesh, nor bone of my bone.
But
still miraculously my own.
Never forget for a single minute, you didn't grow
under my heart, but in it.
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