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More wisdom than the psalms, voice soothing like swaying palms or the sweet melodies of Brahms. Reminds me to wear long johns, and that what is gold once was bronze. Taught me to be strong, and to accept being wrong. Has so much class, but she's still such a bad-ass (even when I give her sass). She's surely first class. All the others she does surpass. Through riot and loss, she wore the cavalry's cross. She'll show you who's boss, all while reminding you to floss.
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
Dear Mom
More wisdom than the psalms, voice soothing like swaying palms or the sweet melodies of Brahms. Reminds me to wear long johns, and that what is gold once was bronze. Taught me to be strong, and to accept being wrong. Has so much class, but she's still such a bad-ass (even when I give her sass). She's surely first class. All the others she does surpass. Through riot and loss, she wore the cavalry's cross. She'll show you who's boss, all while reminding you to floss.
JoBarb
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May 13, 2018
May 13, 2018 at 8:04 PM UTC
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