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"Mother" all she fed us was Bread & Butter


A two faced, backstabbing, hunchbacked, hammertoed, Bedpissing, 77 year old, my child she stole, Perjury committing, pedofile loving, meat eatting, lazy, Old, packrat hoarding, slobby, liar. I wouldn't care if she was on fire. Troublemaker of scorn. Rotting rags is always what she's worn. A pointy edge in my side like a thorn. Lies under oath she sworn. From my arms my baby she torn. Nutty as an acorn. A devil with horns. Her death I would'nt mourn. © Harmony Sapphire . All rights reserved
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