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#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The small houses made by me on the beaches washed by young age flood...
The storys told by...
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
The small houses made by me on the beaches washed by young age flood...
The storys told by...
