Surrogate Mom
Viola can be a lesson too
And every society needs
Rivers runs through meandering
Drone is an effect of craftsmanship too
And I watch you two go.
From my window, it is a registered time to leave
And I watch you two, giggling and boasting too.
As, this world is sometimes nothing other than a surrogate mom.
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