Folly
Hunting in exotic lands
Today we made an encounter
To never go home she cheerfully vowed
To never ever think of her childrens arthirstness
To deprive them life and never send anything
To replace them with foreign fruits of her never tiring womb
She has decided to make her legs
'her' source of provisions..I concluded.
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