barbecue smoke filled air
beneath those tree lines
celebration has just begun
for those ever loving mom
brought us here on time
to witness ipod and wand
now they're with your kids
showing love they gave
to us when they're young
pinch or spank your behind
when you're naugthy or some
happy mother's my dearest mom
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