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Byron as an embryo
Behold the unborn byron grow
His budding brain grows ears and eyes
Soon he swells to twice his size
He drinks in with his mother's blood
A subtle, philosophic food
Distilled from that good woman's sense
A strong poetic influence
She calls him and he answers back
From the amniotic sac
"Spread the word, tomorrow morn
A future poet shall be born
From my mother I shall fall
Into the womb that holds us all
My life shall be a meteor
Which generations shall adore
For my unbuttoned liberty
The unborn will remember me"
