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Feb 2013
You were my doctor when I was sick.
You told me everything will be ok.
You gave me kisses to make the pain go away.
You gave me comfort only a mother can supply.
You made me better.

My turn,

I want to make you feel better.
I tell you things will be ok.
I'll give you a kiss to make the pain go away.
I will give you comfort only a daughter can supply.
I will make you feel better.
Brynn
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Brynn
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