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To Mother with LoveFor all the things you've done, And even the good as well as bad, For those days of happiness And times where we were mad. For all the love you shared, the days of glory. From those days you just cared, I thank you for them all. In spite of what I've done, Good or bad otherwise, And even the trials and victories won I thank you for them all. Bittersweet memories I have not But good thoughts I do, No matter much or little or a lot, I still thank you for them all. 15 May 2002 (C) 2002 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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