A poor Mom writes to her daughter
Who eloped with the next-door neighbour.
Dad looks into the infinity the wholeday
And sometimes forgets my name too.
It's really sad and come home together
Before I too get the forgetfulness!
Jump over the Cottonwood fence
If the gate's locked and it's not a hard task for you
Because you're very familiar with the height of the fence!
*We live in the present, we dream of the future, but we learn eternal truths from the past.
-Unknown
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