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May 2018
They spoil us.
So we spoil them back.
They love us.
And of course we love this back.

Some might not all be good and of course some are not all bad.
But they holds various images in our eyes and minds.

Some get cards.
Some gotten flowers.
Or maybe just the three words of "I love you."

Maybe a few good meals.
To us many are a big deal.

And will forever be.

So to all mothers Happy Special Mother's day.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
(united states)   
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