.My mother made for me this pear>A perfect womb, a modeled lair>Where I will grow and eat my share
Of pastry rich beyond compare
With pressure kneads and shapes she well
The fruits of fields she has compelled
In shapely sustenance I dwell
This nascent nest my carousel
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