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May 2014
Mother, as my gift to you, even though, I am a child; I'll fold all of the clothes, putting them in a neat pile.
Mother, as my gift to you, I'll fix you a nice Breakfast.  I'll take my time, so when you eat, please enjoy and make it last.
Mother, as my gift to you, I'll clean the walls.  And if you need anything, all you have to do is call.
Mother, as my gift to you, I'll give you myself.  I love you MOM more than anything, let me be your wealth.
Happy Mother's Day!
By, Sandra Juanita Nailing
Written by
Sandra Juanita Nailing  United States
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