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Father to SonLook there, fair lad, upon this brow, for tis that of thy mother dear, awash like sailor at the prow (were her red water flowing clear). This woman was the basest sort,Father to Son
for not content with just one man, the whore did frolic and cavort, and after every frolic ran back home to feed her husband true and sit at table like fair lass to hide it when her belly grew, sown wild by men of lower class. Good husband, he did spy this swell, and thinking it was his own child,
did treat this gentlewoman well, and feel her gut with fingers mild. But not f
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