The maker of my dreams Creator of my screams, Well - working super body Made before I was born. She made my strong and tough To face the world so rough, To face the evils bravely And eat a cup of corn. She taught me if no pain Then surely no more gain, Could I study everything To do for my wishes. She buys me everything Laptops to toys and fishes, Sacrificing half her life To make them run, my strife. I'll know my own boldface, My lovely mother's face.
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