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This year she turned 50.

by Betweenthepages

She's got healing hands, and a brain full of wisdom. She will not conform to society's system. Bohemian is her middle name, and just like a fire she cannot be tamed. A lioness she is when protecting her young, and bullet wounds through your chest, when they shoot from her tongue. A Warrior is known. who is kind and strong, as she teaches us to do right, and forgives us for our wrongs. She sings hyms, as bright as the sun, and I am so very happy, That she is my Mum.
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