She took his lips off her chiseled busom.
Saying mothering,
Had caused her suffering.
Her newly planted breasts,
Were investments for conquests.
And having him as a child...
She discovered was not worth her while.
Since she was about images!
And not what a mother to a child could give!
And he had gotten much too old,
To lift a withered wand!
And she was only there...
To supplement an affair that had gotten too tired!
This was clearly business!
And something in the contract signed...
He did not understand!
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