Mom's
a present.
A durag with an
egyptian symbol.
A workout cold
in gym.
Cold, very cold
and my legs say,...
she, already LIMBED.
Raised....... I'm crying wrong,
very emotionally raised arms above.
From,
she, already LIMBED.
What else?...
Thanks?
Have a
Merry Christmas...
What-a-mom-ent.
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