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Created on: February 20, 2009
The Way it Was
My mother would tuck us in and say I love you
What happened?
She would watch us play
What happened?
she would hold us tight and never let us go
what happened?
What happened is that my sisters and I grew up
We look at her as a freind and we remenice on old times
Now our brother can experiance the hugs that she gave
when she would never let us go
she tucked us in and said I love you
what happened is that we matured into young women
Thats what happened!
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