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Jun 2015
⁢'s for my mother, because she taught me to cook and fix a car tire

she cleaned the house and sat with a beer in front of a Sunday football game

she cried and stood by stony faced

she was both and she was everything

it's not a broken home if there are pieces missing from the beginning and it's not a sad, father-less world if you've got a mother strong enough to raise her daughter right alone
used to h8 my father for being little more than a ***** donor but I wouldn't be as strong and capable if he had stuck around. Love u, mama
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   Sara Lohals
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