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We havent had any food all day, and my kids are resting in the hay. with no money for a bed, thats all they got to rest thier head. I have to see the miller now, how I'll pay him i dont know how. All i want is a loaf of bread, just so i know that my children will be fed. My husbands no-where to be seen, no time to wonder where hes been. I hope it doesn't end in caught, the lord aint a man who wants to be faught. At the end of the day, i guess its ok. and with a lack of food and a poor tum, every-one seems to groan at mum.
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
A medieval womans life
We havent had any food all day, and my kids are resting in the hay. with no money for a bed, thats all they got to rest thier head. I have to see the miller now, how I'll pay him i dont know how. All i want is a loaf of bread, just so i know that my children will be fed. My husbands no-where to be seen, no time to wonder where hes been. I hope it doesn't end in caught, the lord aint a man who wants to be faught. At the end of the day, i guess its ok. and with a lack of food and a poor tum, every-one seems to groan at mum.
my history homework :P
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Jul 1, 2010
Jul 1, 2010 at 10:49 AM UTC
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