First Lady America
Every Mother, wants to be remenber for her children
transference the mirror of our minds the blood that runs
through our viens the two or many hearts in our viens.
the nourshment of pardise the Mothers of all is all
not one but all and yes now America is the Mother of
all and first stands in New york the Lady yes Lady Liberty
is the creators Lady his daughter his Love his baby that
cried in his mind his Baby. Father of all. In Wars of World
In year of 1900 ////AD now CG the creator good Well Good
Copyright © Diane Henning | Year Posted 2006
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