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Mother's love is just like the April shroud that covers the hills Pure like the Hipocrene bubbling at the rim Mother is the guardian, the guide, Who saves her children from all the bitter pills You make things simple in a world Twisted like a hangman's rope.
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May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
Dear mom
Mother's love is just like the April shroud that covers the hills Pure like the Hipocrene bubbling at the rim Mother is the guardian, the guide, Who saves her children from all the bitter pills You make things simple in a world Twisted like a hangman's rope.
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41/F/India
May 3, 2019
May 3, 2019 at 12:28 AM UTC
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