Has anyone a copy of the poem 'A Mother's Strike'? It starts out: "I had a dream so dreadful, it really was a fright! I dreamed that mother's everywhere, determined on a strike. They said that they were tired of working night and day, for very little thank yous, and not a bit of pay!'
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Very nice, but now I'm dreading winter. Why this made me think of winter is beyond me.
Has anyone a copy of the poem 'A Mother's Strike'? It starts out:
"I had a dream so dreadful, it really was a fright! I dreamed that mother's everywhere, determined on a strike. They said that they were tired of working night and day, for very little thank yous, and not a bit of pay!'
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