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Suburban Mom

Weather tested
     Time worn
     Annoyed because
     It is not yours.

     Seasons change
     Must adjust.
     Pull your weight,
     And didn't trust.

     Kids have needs.
     Goats get cross.
     Toss them "eats",
     Now where's he gone?

     The whole day's spent,
     Then breakfast's on.
     It's what to think
     As the day begins.

        [(Weather beaten
          Mud stained
          Time tested.
          Once again. . .)]

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