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MOTHER'S MAGIC
For she is the mother
That nursed you well
If ever you were sick
Picked you up and
Eased your pain
If a nettle on your finger pricked
A bump on the brow
Would cause a bruise
That she magically kissed away
A fall off your bike
Might cut your knee
And she kissed the tears away
No matter the problem
Mum stood her stead
Like an admiral out at sea
If this was a medicine
I would bottle it all up
And give it away for free
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