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Mar 2015
When I go to the end of the Earth
Iron your shirts till my fingers drop off.
Stand cooking until my feet beg me to sit.
Nurse you when you are dying with a cough.
Plan meals, clean like I've never cleaned before.
Bake apple pies and a heart warming stew
I have said it once and I will say it once more
I do these things because I love you.
Written by
cheryl love
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