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May 2018
Dear mother of mine,
A mountain could not contain all thelove and thanks I hold for thee.
Your gracious as you are kind,

Your patience never cease to amaze thou
Humble self I am thanks to your guidance.
Your touch gentle as the wind
On a calm day.

Your smile
As wonderful as spring it's self.
I am proud to call you mother.
Written by
Emillie Underwood
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