Cherish Her, by Ky Moet Subscribe to rss feed for Ky Moet

Mama used to tell me
Though now I actually realize
She is my only precious gift
My mother, yes she is
The sun shining above
The pen to my paper
The sesign of my sneakers
My mother, My mother
To me she realy means
Everything a dream of love...
Could be
Posted: 2012-02-02 20:23:49 UTC

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