Gladys T Smiths Obituary
Gladys T. Smith was never happy or joyful about anything.
Her life was full of drugs, needles, anger and hate.
All three of her children wrote this obituary for the woman.
The devil, who was our mother.
She was not kind to a neighbor, stranger or pet.
She used the belt when she could, chasing off anyone decent.
We grew up resentful and alone; no one came to our aid.
The best thing we can say about her is, she did not drown us.
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