In ritual, in nurture, With child held close I invoke, I guard I sing the work of love is not always gentle, but it is a holy thing I growl & howl not in anger, but as a warning: here I stand this child is mine to protect. I give all I am, I give warmth, I give tooth, so they may live & understand.
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