THIS is a poem you SHOULDN'T need ANY help on...! Except, for your siblings... They could help you with the personal stuff, which is what Mom is all about anyway...!
2006-12-03 13:16:58
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answered by KnowhereMan 6
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Oh, just do something about nature, like describe a mud puddle or the way birds sing or the path of a falling leaf.
2006-12-03 21:35:19
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answered by Anonymous
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my mothers sweet,
and makes not a sound,
with her feet in slippers,
walking on the ground.
she never yells,
she never screams,
she is the mom,
of perfect dreams,
i love her soft,
slipper clad feet,
up to her warm,
way she will greet,
me every time,
that i come home,
she has more magic than a fairy gnome.
she loves me lots,
i love her too.
she makes a soup,
a perfect brew.
and when it snows,
she warms my feet,
thats why i think,
my mom's so neat.
2006-12-04 19:34:49
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answered by mystery guy 3
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