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Momma's soft touchMomma's soft touch I can't say I understand, the magic in her hand. but nothing in life seems to hurt as much. after momma's soft touch. It's never been quite clear. How she can hold me near. And whisper in my ear. And take the pain. And wipe the tear. She seems to take the hurt. She knows what will work. Nothing in life seems to hurt as much after momma's soft touch. She's an angel just meant For us. I've walked in her angel dust. Nothing in life seems to hurts as much. after momma's soft touch. Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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