Mother, how have you turned out to be so sweet?
How did you raise me by yourself ?
How did you eat?
As I grew up we bonded more and more
Even though I did somethings yu weren't proud of and yu could of kicked me out the door.
God has matched us up perfectly
I love you because your real with me
If you get fired I don't care
As long as we have our love to share
Oh yeah can you clean my underwear
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Your poem is AWESOME...it reminds me of Shel Silverstein...
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