The Poem Just For My Mom...
Luv U Mom...
Gather you I feed off against the hard of life
Feed on plainly together with me
Flats-footed, Firms as a rock, and Fit as a fiddle
Great and really you are above the rest
A trying time
A tight hob
A tight spot
A dark ways
Give me a time and give me a break
I will be back by a hoping
I belief later on we will find out
The way to reach the gold
Fling one’s self down at the feet of my mom
Cross one’s mind
When you give me a warm reception
Mom, I am inside you
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