I Was Your Mother, if the World Was Cold, I'd Have Died to Give You Life

I was your mother, if the world was cold, i'd have died to make you warm. I don't think she's e one take. You know, kirt vonegant once said, one of the most beautiful things a person can do for their soul is to write a poem and then bury it. She should have done that, deara ha. Rapped your little body with fear, your little body. She just called him a manlet. Oh, dear mister president uton, onperhapsthe torture of unwrit youth would not within your heart embue a scription to such fealty against that world that you o was how many times she