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Rustic Abode
In my dreams, I envision a dwelling of grand proportion, Endowed with the patina of age and ruggedness. In such a place, I am unshackled, With ample room and autonomy to suit my desires. This home has often visited my slumbering mind.
A Mothers Loss
Once there was a woman, fair and kind, Who loved her child with all her mind. But fate, it seems, had other plans, And tore her child from her hands. She begged and pleaded, cried and wailed, But to no avail. Her child was taken, far away, Leaving her with nothing but dismay. She searched…