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Mama once told me, Child were only grains of sand and this world we live in is but a shining tipping glass. She told me never to be scared when things aren't always what them seem, 'cause time is a such mysterious  thing. Even at night I'd sit on my bed praying that things would turn out just okay, and daddy wouldn't have to be gone. But mama always told me, child were only grains of sand and this world we live in is but a shining tipping glass. After all mama would never lie, she said she'd hold me safe till the day she died, and in fact that is what she did. I just wish I could see mama one last time.
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
Mama's Words
Mama once told me, Child were only grains of sand and this world we live in is but a shining tipping glass. She told me never to be scared when things aren't always what them seem, 'cause time is a such mysterious  thing. Even at night I'd sit on my bed praying that things would turn out just okay, and daddy wouldn't have to be gone. But mama always told me, child were only grains of sand and this world we live in is but a shining tipping glass. After all mama would never lie, she said she'd hold me safe till the day she died, and in fact that is what she did. I just wish I could see mama one last time.
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Mar 24, 2011
Mar 24, 2011 at 11:49 AM UTC
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