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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