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She pinched pennies, to give us dollars!

That's My Mom

She's no Aphrodite, but sweet as honey-
not weak or flighty; she hoards her money.

She then turns around and Oh, Lord Almighty-
does something profound she thinks is alrighty.

She doesn't make a fuss, 
just hands it all to us.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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