B.For mum (2)
By pj_elling
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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You pick me up when i cut my knees.
Helped me down from so mean trees.
Gave me a clout if i was bad,
made me laugh if i was sad.
Always there with a understanding ear,
then you would speak and it would all come so clear.
Your words would always seem so right,
help me through the darkest of nights.
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