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(mother)
...Thus the knowledge from the nest of sewing seed,
fulfilling needs: Mother
And the shell she tender caressed, And the love...
And the love: Mother
She who unconditional sharing rests like a hand
upon supple bosom: Mother
She who's bound, her bond like none other
daring to touch the nether regions of your soul
whether subtle, always gold, gracious;
faithful elements of forever loving her child: Mother.
Beware the furrow of her brow.
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