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Peggy Boone Poem
As I've grown older, I've found,
that my body has gotten more round.
As I try it,
another new diet,
I always add another pound.
Copyright © Peggy Boone | Year Posted 2006
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Peggy Boone Poem
Her face is no longer smooth,
it is lined by time.
Even if she doesn't look the same,
she is still that dear mother of mine.
She has always given of herself to me,
nothing was I ever denied.
She laughed when I laughed,
she comforted me when I cried.
There is no one like her,
I don't think there will ever be.
No one means as much to me,
as she.
To me, it doesn't matter what she looks like,
I guess it is a matter of pride.
For the things that make her the most beautiful,
are the things she has inside.
Copyright © Peggy Boone | Year Posted 2006
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