My mother and I
Rarely see eye to eye
It's frustrating sometimes
The way that we are.
But I'd never ask
For any more or less
I like the way we are
The good and the grit.
Oct 27, 2024
Oct 27, 2024 at 3:57 AM UTC
My mother and I
Rarely see eye to eye
It's frustrating sometimes
The way that we are.
But I'd never ask
For any more or less
I like the way we are
The good and the grit.
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