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My dear old mother
    God rest her soul
Way up in the heavens
    Now surely a holy saint
‘Cause when she was alive
    She was kind to a fault
Had the biggest heart
    Of anyone you’d seen
She would bake a million
    Cakes ‘n pies of every sort
And people from miles around
    Would line up at her door
And she was so shrewd 
    Fed a family of six on a dime
Could stretch a dollar
    Like nobody’s business 
She learned to play poker
    Became the best I’d ever seen
Had only one vice, poor Mom
    When she’d dip into the gin
That’s why to this day
    I’ll never turn down
A Beefeater or Tangueray
    In her honour, chin chin

Mom I love you 
    And I miss you, 
          Bottoms up !


Submitted on February 15, 2018 for contest GIN IN THE MORNING sponsored by JULIA WARD  -  RANKED 5TH

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