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She wanted to be a mother - The final touch - Towards their picture of domestic bliss They failed, though, the audition For adoption" What can I do" he thought" To keep the peace"" What can I do" he thought" To keep her in one piece?"A baby, it seemed, could be a solution She couldn't have a baby though He reached into his briefcase And prepared to write a cheque To some unknown girl Living a hundred miles away He'd simply seen an advert Saying "womb for sale...." It didn't matter that much About her background As long as she could provide The means For birth: The baby born, the cheque signed The baby delivered.... Problem solved
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