MY MOM

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            She always has a great line every time.

            

            One time, we were in the car,

            she was cut off in traffic, not going far.

            "What about me, fuck you!"



            One time, you see, trying to fix a TV.

            "Chris, I am not Mr. Fix it."



             One time, in a car, not getting far.

             "I don't know about them, but I'm leaving."



             An email sent at midnight, about what

          I want you see, under the tree, Christmas Day.

   "What were you doing up at 12:03 anyway?"

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Lesa Gay's picture

LOL cute write about your MOM. 12:03 would in our circles make her a writer. LOL.

Blessings,
Lesa