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77 This Dark World…! To be a mother You’d need a backbone An iron strong backbone To carry children Who’d pride in their ride, A cozy ride on The love and support A loving mother Rushes to give them; Sweet honey tasting Love they can’t deny; This from my mother I took and revel In with a broad smile! In a world so dark Everyman craves might To crush us native Sons whose parents’ mite And love do bring mirth, Not mighty misery At the heart planted By sick might cravers. ...

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