Found Poem from the Letters of the Zodiac Killer

NOT THE FIRST AND NOT THE LAST TIME I LAY

AWAKE THINKING ABOUT MY BEAUTIFUL BABY. MAYBE SHE WILL BE

BLUE EYED, NO DATES IN HIGH SCHOOL. MAYBE SHE WILL NOT

BE EITHER. BUT I SHALL PART THE WHOLE CITY TO SEE

MY DAUGHTER, MY LAMB. I WAIT FOR HER, CLEAN HER NEW RED

CHRISTMAS DRESS. DECEMBER 1966. HER FEET POINT TO THE

WEST. I TELL HER I WILL GIVE HER A HOME. WITH A LOVE THIS GREAT

I CANNOT BEAR THE SCHOOL BUS, THE MISSED TIME.

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