my mom
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First.
It’s you who taught me how to read,
Who taught me how to write,
Who taught me much of what I know,
And tucked me in at night.
Second.
You were my teacher and my friend,
Dearest mother of mine,
The way you look is divine.
A mother like you only comes once in a life time,
But sometimes you’re sour like a piece of lime.
Being with you is never a waste of time,
