One work does make me quite displeased,
and that is to be known.
That should have happened when it ceased,
the work I call my own.
I am a child. There should have been
a mother there to care,
who saw to it that I was seen
whenever I was clear!
There should have been a mother there
which saw to it I left,
by gratitude, and not by fear.
What to suspect is theft!
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