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Mother

MOTHER Mother, you bore me in this world,WHY ya do that Mother, You wear those BIG brimmed hat's to church I love that Mother, Your cookin good enough for the dogs Mother, Though maybe not good enough for hogs So you stand over there and your crying I say what's the matter If you and daddy hadn't gotten together I wouldn't mattered? Those tears you shed are okay I said why you moaning; Walk like a pregnant woman in high heels drunk with gin in the morning 2/26/18 ©2018 For Contest: Gin in the Morning Sponsored by: Julia Ward

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