Mother's helper I am as dumb as I am wise. My wisdom was made to serve her, my dumbness was made to hurt me. She doesn't listen, nor do I change. I exist to no purpose at all! She quacks and quacks about her woes, which serves her to make no change. Me trying to save her serves me not at all, and her as a background tune. 2010-03-01 |
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