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Boys and Girls she had. Many of them gathered round. Love she spoke, yet love we didn't feel. Love we didn't see.
Dear Mama, Dear Mother, Dear Giver of Life, I was your first, your experiment, and your accident. I was your trying to figure it out, your make sure we don’t screw up the baby.
I sacrifice much, I try hard. On to bare minimums I clutch, So that you won't be scarred. I give you my share, I let you have your fill. I give you my care, I pay the emotional bill.
I look at her and smile My older sister; my built in best friend How beautiful she had become, amazing in her accomplishments She was like a tornado, pulling up the world around her, sucking up her tasks
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