Secrets. . . of a Foster Mother. . .
. . . Well,
One thing was
Very clear.
Her foster
Mother was a
Women
Who took
Immense
Pleasure in
Inflicting
Maximum pain.
It takes the
Breathe right
Out of me!
Let me out
Of this misery.
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