My Mother's Traits

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Roses are red

Violets are blue

Your eyes sparkle

Same as the stars that twinkle

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Like the stars, the sky is their stage

The house is your very own page

Everyone of us shines

With your inspirational lines

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Once we are bad

We know you would get mad

Like a volcano about to explode

Melting down the pity road

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You are our mother

A wonderful treat

We don't plan to bother

You are our favorite sweet
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