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My Mother |
My Mother She sat at whole night, In a straw filed room, Thrilled with a secret power, Home or in hospital, Service or pleasure, Only realizes target of power, She becomes commerce of sex, Prevention of being mother, Extension by body of child, Feed him by her blood, Bringing child in her womb, Symbol of generation, often wreaking revenge , Tolerates unbearable pain, Expresses her feeling , Toward her unborn child, Hope to survive by her extension...........
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15 Jun 2014
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