My mother is not perfect.
One time, I think she's nuts.
Tirades are all I heard.
However, my mother will never
Ever do things without reason and
Rarely do things for herself.
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A/N: Since it is my mother's birthday today, I'm going dedicate this poem to her. If you like this poem, vote for it. If you like the book, add this to your reading lists. If you have any suggestions, prompts, and questions, comment below or PM me. Hope you have a nice day or night. Over and out.
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