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brandon nagley Aug 2015
Mother, when I was since a young lad
Thou hath fed me, tied mine shoe's;
Cut mine noose.

Though mother, thou art getting older now
The tables hath turned, thine knees art weak;
Thine backs broken and torn.

An as thou hath done for me as a boy
I shalt taketh care of thee, to fill thine heart's joy;
And put shoes on thine feet, as thou hath done me, now its me

Taking care of thee;
MOTHER......................




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
©Juna nagley/mother dedication

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