My Mother

! o my mother why thou you death, take away my bassoon, which is full of mother milk. what thy eat, that is worth dan my mother.life is a something that end, up without nothing in it: difference type of nature came through the gate of earth and go home with nothing, every day I slept in a real imagination dream of my mother, and when my mother we return, from a narrow way that has no end. 'I can hear the river, clapping his hand like a cow that it noise grow every day, and tell lies. come again you name thy start with M, and end, up with R, chear with me you people of earth, thou sweetest, sorrow of my fortune.