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A Poem for Fenan

Sit up straight, sweet child of mine, you have the world to carry
Born to defend, the skin you’re in
Shoulders back, chin strong and steady

Sit up straight, sweet child of mine, or risk dimming your glow
Your perfect posture, a trellis offered
To the askew, that they may grow

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