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Mama

In my youth I have known none but you, molded I was of your words, in your hind I was shielded, but now Mama you are gone, to whom shall I know in similitude? With this hand I passed unto you, the dust, this it is, the dust dust to dust, but the dust I passed, will be passed unto me too.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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