'twas where
over her
lover and
this mother
if she'd
made love
to this
bother and
kicked her
spoon only
to dither
soon to
wither in
hope of
recovery that
her soul
kept jade
'twas where
over her
lover and
this mother
if she'd
made love
to this
bother and
kicked her
spoon only
to dither
soon to
wither in
hope of
recovery that
her soul
kept jade
