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My mother died at forty-eight Far too young to go that way It's been decades since I've relived that day But today would have been her birthday so in celebration, I'm going to rewind and press replay to remind me of her charismatic beauty and generosity and oh dear...I need to keep my tears at bay... ...amp
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
Mom
My mother died at forty-eight Far too young to go that way It's been decades since I've relived that day But today would have been her birthday so in celebration, I'm going to rewind and press replay to remind me of her charismatic beauty and generosity and oh dear...I need to keep my tears at bay... ...amp
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Aug 25, 2020
Aug 25, 2020 at 5:17 AM UTC
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