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Mum's morn's mourn
Just don't mind my way,
As I've gotten a lot to say,
Just every hours of the day,
Mum has reasons to pray.
Looking back to the terror,
Scenario of the hours of labor,
What thought can be the major,
Than giving birth to a mayor.
The tears of the lad wasn't a game,
As it relieved mum of the pain,
The feelings of mum at last derail,
As her emotions across the heaven sail.
Bringing up the lad wasn't so easy,
As the bills of the child made mum so busy,
But still find time to clear the mess,
By working tiredlessly to give the best.
What a working stage the child attain,
And the oldage of mum can't be bargained,
Now it's time to have her gain,
But the forgetful child treat his mum with disdain.
Every morns mum mourns,
Remembering the anguish she once was,
To make her son live and win bronze,
But now he forgets and she lives worse.
As I've gotten a lot to say,
Just every hours of the day,
Mum has reasons to pray.
Looking back to the terror,
Scenario of the hours of labor,
What thought can be the major,
Than giving birth to a mayor.
The tears of the lad wasn't a game,
As it relieved mum of the pain,
The feelings of mum at last derail,
As her emotions across the heaven sail.
Bringing up the lad wasn't so easy,
As the bills of the child made mum so busy,
But still find time to clear the mess,
By working tiredlessly to give the best.
What a working stage the child attain,
And the oldage of mum can't be bargained,
Now it's time to have her gain,
But the forgetful child treat his mum with disdain.
Every morns mum mourns,
Remembering the anguish she once was,
To make her son live and win bronze,
But now he forgets and she lives worse.
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