Target The Womb
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James McLain
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Promising, a target the womb.
By this how,
we have now all become.
Children do with you would share.
Without all your worries and cares.
Differant futures, merry and bright.
The first nine months,
when life for you, to whom it was.
Not doing drugs and drinking, thoughts.
A promise made to you?
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