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Your mother is sad, Adam. I bumped into her the other day. She was walking out of the supermarket With a dozen wine bottles Inside of a large paper bag. And she was just a woman With a smiling face And a crying heart Who was never going to see her son Again. F.Z.N
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
Your Mother
Your mother is sad, Adam. I bumped into her the other day. She was walking out of the supermarket With a dozen wine bottles Inside of a large paper bag. And she was just a woman With a smiling face And a crying heart Who was never going to see her son Again. F.Z.N
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Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 5:47 PM UTC
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