Harry Chapin The Shortest Story l

It is my seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;My brother and sister cling to Mama's side.She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;Someone weeps, I fall asleep. It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.Above me a

I am born today, the sun burns it's promise in my eyes;
Mama strikes me and I draw a breath and cry.
Above me a cloud softly tumbles through the sky;
I am glad to be alive
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It is my seventh day, I taste the hunger and I cry;
My brother and sister cling to Mama's side.
She squeezes her breast, but it has nothing to provide;
Someone weeps, I fall asleep.

It is twenty days today, Mama does not hold me anymore;
I open my mouth but I am too weak to cry.
Above me a bird slowly crawls across the sky;
Why is there nothing now to do but die?

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