The Old Woman in Denial

Read an article about the rate of infanticide in Germany and France. I came up with this shortly after I created "Jack and Jill are Ill".

There was an old woman who lived up the street
She had so many children that not all did I meet
For as soon as they entered they left this world
They saw just the ocean, the place they were hurled.

The End

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