THE MOTHER WE LOVE!!!!!!!!
M-illion things she gave,
O-nly that she's growning old,
T-ears she shed to save me,
H-er heart of purest gold,
E-yes, with love-light shinning,
R-ight, and right she'll always be.
Put them together, they spell "MOTHER", a word that means the world to me .
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