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A simple room of solemn faces She comes around, she leaves her traces Of smiles and laughter, fascinations A cockiness, distinctly hers, Somehow so naturally occurs This trait is to all clear It tends to often reappear Ironically it goes so far as to endear She speaks and her speech captivates She dances, and with a twirl she is carefree This mesmerizing energy that anyone can see Radiates around her in a blissful glee She can be demanding, when she sets out her orders Confident and strong, without concern for borders Like a dictator, not a bit demure Yet even this, has a unique allure Inspiring, a pain Beautiful, but surely not as twain Loved in spite, and with her flaws too Because she is a mother, but mostly… Because she’s you
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
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A simple room of solemn faces She comes around, she leaves her traces Of smiles and laughter, fascinations A cockiness, distinctly hers, Somehow so naturally occurs This trait is to all clear It tends to often reappear Ironically it goes so far as to endear She speaks and her speech captivates She dances, and with a twirl she is carefree This mesmerizing energy that anyone can see Radiates around her in a blissful glee She can be demanding, when she sets out her orders Confident and strong, without concern for borders Like a dictator, not a bit demure Yet even this, has a unique allure Inspiring, a pain Beautiful, but surely not as twain Loved in spite, and with her flaws too Because she is a mother, but mostly… Because she’s you
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Nov 19, 2011
Nov 19, 2011 at 7:13 AM UTC
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