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Mama T


It will never get old.

Singing George Michael in the car,

An iced coffee in one hand

Don't worry, the windows weren't down

It will never get old

Only she has the power

To annoy me

Put me in my place

And give the warmest hugs

It will never get old.

Her secret ingredient is Adobo

She loves art

She ahs no filter

Makes sense why we're so similar

It will never get old.

 

It's not always pretty,

Though times can be fun

 

We may butt heads

We may have our moments

 

Time is ticking

 

It will never get old.

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