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MOM

SHE WAKESUP RELENTLESSLY FIXING ALL THE MUDDLE BEFORE LEAVING FOR THE DAY THENLATER,WADDLING LIKE A TODDLER HER WAY BACK TIRELESSLY FULFILLING ALL KEYED IN COMMANDS, THE MESS WAITING IN THE SINK. THE BABY UNKEPT. BEFORE RETIRING TO HER COZY ZONE AND WAKING UP AGAIN, AGAIN LIKE IN A TIME LOOP EVENTUALLY MOULDING HERSELF INTO A ROBOTIC INSTRUMENT. ROBOTS DONT FALL SICK OR NEED A BREAK, THEY DONT HAVE MOODS OR EMOTIONS. YES THEY CALL HER IRON LADY FOR A DEFINITE REASON. HER VEINS ARE COPPER WIRES AND HER BLOOD IS MERCURY HER SKIN IS ALUMINIUM AND HER EYEBALLS THAT DEFY SLUMBERNESS, ARE OF PLATINUM, HER HEART OF GOLD AND ORGANS OF ZINC.

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Date: 4/29/2024 7:58:00 PM
an interesting look at mom's from a classicism point of view.
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