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Mother

Forgive me for all the pranks
I pulled on you when I was
Just a youth going to school. . .
My teen hormones kick in, I thought
I was cool, I figured you were old,
You weren't hip to my moves but
Mother you were from the old school. . .
Like crazy glue you were on top of my
Every move. . . Considering all the talking I made
You do, check me out Mom, some did

Get through. . .
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