THOU, LOVE, CHILD

by ROBIN BROWN   Jan 23, 2007


A WARM WOMB, UNDERNEATH A CHILD IS BORN. DRINK A GLASS OF WINE FROM A WOODEN CUP.

EAT A LOAF OF BREAD. THOU, LOVE,CHILD AT THE LAST DINNER

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