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MOTHER'S CRY TO HER KIND
"Don't ever have a child.Your husband, down and dumb,Will take to drink, and, out of work,Win you a beggar's crumb.Or beat you—till a cancer growsWhere once you had a breast,And your days will be a bitterness,And your nights will be unrest.
"Don't ever have a child.Leave children to the rich,And eat your lonely bread for strengthTo rise out of the ditch.For do not think the proud and strongBelieve you grovel thereFor any reason than that worthHas justice everywhere.
"Don't ever have a child.Don't set God's image on

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