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1.24.15
I won't make you promises,
I won't tell you lies,
Most of the time
One of us cries.
One cries for love,
One cries for food,
One cries because
They're in a bad mood.
When all of the
children are fast asleep,
& Mama's had all the
Trouble she can keep,
No reading gets done
For this weary woman,
It's off to dreamland
For this worn-out woman.
Chores stacked like pancakes.
And you wonder why i’m tired.
I’m busy as a bumblebee.
And you wonder why I’m mad.
None of my bills are gettin paid.
