A Big Child Crying
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At my child
Time...
my urine...
My motion...
Pass with
Your body
Spoil your dresses...
But...
You did not woory
You clean...
With me...
You kiss
With me...
With your eye and eyes...
Today
Your olde age day's...
I did not love to you...
I did not serve to you...
I did not obea with your word...
Without of love my dear mother...
Why...?
I don't the answer of words...!
Sorry...
This is one big child crying...!
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