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Mom 2

I hope that I make you proud, As you watch over above the clouds. I can"t even compare to the women that you were, It seems I always had to swerve. I hope that I made you proud while you were here, You never gave in so that I didn"t steer. I worried you so up until the day you died, I feel so sad that all I do is cry.

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Date: 8/22/2019 9:57:00 PM
Wonderful tribute, Theresa.
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