Sometimes I feel like a Motherless child
Ever since you got that second job, Mom you’ve been wild
You don’t have much to say, either that or it’s plain mean
Nobody wants to communicate with a Grinch that’s so green
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this was a touching peice my dear............. made me think If i played my part well........
great poem! when i read the poem of you, tears come to my eyes. my good kid, would you say 'i love you 'to your father and mather in any case... banana softly dies in chew of mine achieves its nirvana quiet a kind of silence always a thought understood and knowingly smile or sigh