Cherish Her, by Ky Moet |
Mama used to tell me Though now I actually realize She is my only precious gift My mother, yes she is The sun shining above The pen to my paper The sesign of my sneakers My mother, My mother To me she realy means Everything a dream of love... Could be |
Posted: 2012-02-02 20:23:49 UTC |
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