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MY GOLDEN MOTHER
my golden mother was often nice to me,
just the same way she was to all of her member of the domain.
she tried to look for fortune all the time,
just to make sure,we were fed and clothed,
just the right way!
she suffer her hands bleeding,
just to make sure the dishes we used for eating is shinning clean.
she would be stucked in pain and still go for shopping,all for us,
and she would still walked again,
from her broken ankle that never healed up!
my sweet mother was always at her best,
to be lovely and appreciate us,
with every drum her heart could beat!
every morning i wake;
i tell myself,
not all peaple are blessed,
with my sweet dream mother.
Written by TJSally
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