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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Through cotton thistles A young woman walks embroidering tears With a seven month old That moves and dreams in her womb. The boyfriend who impregnated her Has put a chastity belt on her Throwing the lock And taking the key It is not known to what place. Some voices count How was it in summer The groom turned into a frog When the sun came up. Every time the unborn Kicking her in the belly Her joy turns to sorrow Thinking that when he is born If he is born She will be a single mother. Single and miserable She will spend her sad nights Dreaming in the footsteps of a man That with the key Is coming to open the lock. -Who cries at night? A doubly unfortunate young woman That her only fault was Open her legs to Love And be locked up The chastity belt That the boyfriend gave her penance For getting pregnant Getting ahead and behind Her honor, her life and her heart Leaving her at the expense of a child That maybe will be born Dead and cold in her arms. The evil boyfriend Wanted to get into a priest Or commit suicide as a traitor Thinking twice And coming to her Cumming with pleasure To meet hisa son And, with her, make love again Next to some bushes. They have already been married civilly They can now see the moon and the sun together And go to the summer pools The boy, who is going to be a boy Will meet his father And the mother will not be criticized by anyone. -Mom, I want a boob, the son will say. -Give me Love from your chest, the father will say. -Again the ing¡ Mother will think.
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