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Mom

MOM

With patience she has brought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.

She comforts me when I am in pain,
Or else a long time ago I would have gone insane.

She scolds me when she is right,
So rarely has she abused her might,

I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me I will be there,

God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster I realise the better things shall be.

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From "Ponder Awhile"

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From "Ponder Awhile"
http://www.amazon.com/Ponder-Awhile-Mohit-K-Misra/dp/1419646729/sr=1-1/qid=1160309776/ref=sr_1_1/104-1924493-2426364?ie=UTF8&s=books

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