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Mother the Great
She toils through the day,
Without a word or a nay,
She earns her daily bread,
Not a day does she complain,
Day after day she fought on,
Sweat mixed with tears,
Behind the curtain of smiles,
Were the deep searing pains,
Nights are mere agony,
Days are painfully slow,
But dear, a hustler she is,
She's the glue that held us together.
#strongwoman
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