Alas, I have been overlong away And let our addle-pated mater stray Out of the meadows, filled with sage Into the darkling woods of rage Whence she has fallen off the page. What in my folly led me to Such unseemly wandering to do? To yearn for life upon some other stage Beyond the proper realm of men of age And let our sainted Mom fall off the page. It was not age nor plague nor pizen But weariness with plagiarizin' That led me to unseemly rage, Mainly because of Booqueman sage I let our Mom fall off the page! Maire Tombay-Folle Fallen Mothers and Raised Idols Goofus Press, Gravitas Editions Madré Caido, Spain, 1972
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