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Widow And Very Special Mother

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In nineteen hundred twenty four,
Because our father died,
Our mother had to go to work,
And swallow family pride.
She had three youngsters then to raise;
It was no easy task;
For handout or for charity,
She wouldn't ever ask.

She paid her way, and theirs, as well,
An everlasting grind:
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Lenchen Elf 08 January 2005
Much respect to your loving Mother and the gritty determination of Single parents everywhere.
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