More work for me: a poem.

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My sister just called me. She is collecting the poems that my mother used to recite to us when we were small. At that time, it was normal to have electricity cuts once in a while. We could not read so, at night, we gathered around the dining room table and my mother would recite poems for us. Today she asked me for several and many of them could be found through Google as we only remembered parts of it. But there is one that is nowhere to be found. Google is not perfect. So I´m in charge of writing whatever I remember. She is counting on my remembering all of it as I had the best memory of all my siblings. So, my dear lotters, I will come back if I can in an hour or two. Wish me luck.