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Childhood Bliss

Being a mother I am grateful to be but it changed my life of folly I do not resemble my mother at all she has brown hair brown eyes and is tall In looks I look identical to my dad he has blond hair blue eyes and a Norwegian lad I was adopted in a household of bliss so my natural parents I do not miss When I was in school I made some mistakes and exceptions were there for the takes I'm thankful for all the things that they did both set of parents for troubles were rid Being a mother is simple to do being a mom is the most treasured virtue

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