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Mother loves her darling, infant girl. 
Mother must protect her from such a callous world. 
In a world full of heart break and pain we must count the cost. 
Plus each day is just another day lost. 
Mother tenderly snapped babies growing bones, 
Pared them down and set them, under ripped skin, sewn. 
I must save my sweet baby from ever growing up!
From being taken from me and eventually into a coffin, shut! 
Time went along, as time likely does…
One more day gone, then a year just…was!
Darling baby girl in bonnet and bibb, 
Inevitably began to grow and get big. 
Tiny red spots played across her once clear face…
hair began to grow…in the strangest place!
Mother went to work, no slacker she, 
A Plucking, cutting, shaping, stitching spree.
“ I won't allow time to take you away, 
I won't let my baby suffer”, she'd say. 
Infant girl was not permitted to speak. 
Submitting to tortuous administrations, humble and meek.
However, babies are permitted to scream.
And the girl did plenty of that, crying streams. 
Mother finished, swaddled baby in gauze,
She nursed and burped her, happily thinking of her good cause. 
“Now, it's time to sleep, so I will read to you again. 
How about our favorite? Cinderella, by the Brothers Grimm.”
Mother continued to smile, proud she was doing her part. 
“Mother's do what must be done…much easier, when you have no heart. “

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