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Mother...
Your Mother is always with you
She's the whisper of the leaves as you walk down the street,
The smell of bleach in your freshly laundered socks,
The cool hand on your brow when you're not well.
Your Mother lives inside your laughter
And she's crystallized in every tear drop.
She's the place you came from, your first home;
And she's the map you follow with every step you take.
She's your first love and your first heartbreak
And nothing on earth can separate you...
Not time, not space... not even death!
The Author is Unknown to me
But...I Thank You with all my heart
Joanne
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