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some call her a friend for her loyalty never wavers she's always there to listen and to laugh she never runs out of favors some call her a giver for her generosity never seems to run out her heart too big not to share Giving is what her life's about some call her a fixer for she knows all the remedies be it a scrapped knee or a broken heart she'll care for you endlessly She is so many things to so many people Like her, there is surely no other. So how very lucky am I that I just call this woman my mother.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
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some call her a friend for her loyalty never wavers she's always there to listen and to laugh she never runs out of favors some call her a giver for her generosity never seems to run out her heart too big not to share Giving is what her life's about some call her a fixer for she knows all the remedies be it a scrapped knee or a broken heart she'll care for you endlessly She is so many things to so many people Like her, there is surely no other. So how very lucky am I that I just call this woman my mother.
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Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 8:39 PM UTC
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