Mother's day poem Our birthday with a grain of salt as the end of the Wind River. What real pain .... bring tears to flow. ... Two hand to cradle, cradle swing baop- .... Milk fed to absorb energy to grow. ... What a sick mother night fever medication himself. Comparison of mother .... a big thick leaf shade trees. What constitutes a parent .... shining Moon, Côte d'Ivoire. ... What a thick warm blanket against the template body. What his weigh in ... guiding the ball ... Static electricity is in the middle of no where. The airline is now grateful .... No. Mother's eyes before .... don't forget to announce ไซร้.
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