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My Mom, My Jewel!

To my mother... she really deserves more.
I don't know about yours,
But mine is the boss,
My mom is my jewel,
And I, her sequel.

A towel that dries up my tearful eyes,
And tyrant to every impudent vice,
She graciously perceives my heart's cry,
A stronghold for my frailty she'll vie,
She's my priceless Gold!
She's my Jewel!
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Published: 1/30/2014
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