Mother’s Milk

Nourish a body
That feed and suckle
Aid the growth
Save one the trouble.

Wrong hands;
Harsh hands
In a trance
Mischance

Down, down you go
Color white as snow
Thick and frothy
Wasted a plenty.

Down, down
β€˜til there’s none
Meet the drain
And you’re gone

Once more
I’ll get some
Squeeze until
It will come.

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