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Thanks - My Mother's Day Poem
Softly she plays,
The ebony keys of the piano.
Encouragingly she nods,
When I tell her my troubles.
Gently she taps,
The ivory keys.
When I thank,
Her for all she has done.
Article posted May 6, 2010 at 10:12 AM •
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