Though the dawn
is cool or cold
She has no alternative
She must go
to rubber land
If she misses
stomacks non of
food
Dew sometimes
could defeat ice
Covered with
her fuul of eyes
Her future
should be very nice
The son
learns and life wins
Slowly moves
around trees
Taps them
like brres
She doesn’t
see other sees
Collects milk
lots meager fees
No tears even no
tears gland
No
sweating all sheded
to the land
Lots of
bands but son no
band
Good attach
with unfertile sand
Sick mother
works harder and harder
Son work
harder and became
a doctor
Medicine and
food with visits
to mother
When he
reaches life has
lost her
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