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Mar 2013
Mother's pride

My mom taught me how to tie me laces
She taught me how to cry
I used to comb her hair back and
Make it look
beehive  
She used to bring me ice cream
Whenever I was ill
And fetch me favorite teddy
I'd cuddle him
Big Bill  
We'd snuggle on the sofa
Or play a game of cards
she'd shown me what
love is

Unconditional


Her cakes were something heaven sent
And gone before the night
My clothes all ironed
Socks and pants
we always wondered why  
She'd cook me dinner
Shepherds pie
With pudded rice to follow
Fighting for the burnty bits
A battlefield did follow
I'd come in bleeding
Knee all red
A soothing voice
A mothers gift

Unconditional

I'm proud to call my mom
Eh mom
I'm proud to be her son
I'm proud she gave me
Everything

Unconditional
andy fardell
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andy fardell
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