1)
I'm a womb, a cocoon,
I live only to nourish what's inside me.
But what do I receive for all I give?
It's only for my fruit that I'm suffered to live.
And you, who's never contemplated the importance of my duty,
Will take me in your hands only when you judge me a beauty.
And then will you appreciate the importance of my labor?
No! It's only my sweet that you will savor.
And now the chances are you'll find no use for me.
To the trash am I banished.
But such is the life of a mother,
Who will give all to son and daughter.
And such is the death of a mother,
Who will die without glory or honor.
2)
On a mountain, in a chair,
Devotion to my country has put me there.
Cities by the score and the capital of a state,
I am sixteenth in a line of greats.
Hat, coat, and beard, black as night,
I have endured the major fight.
Answers:
1. Banana peel
2. Abraham Lincoln
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