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My Mother's Gentle Hands
My Mother used to comb my long hair.
When she hit a tangle I would cry
out in pain.
She would place her gentle hands
upon my head and whisper, "I'm sorry
darling but you must endure the
pain so that your hair will be shiny
and beautiful."
When my life hits a tangle I long fo...
Tuesday 21st June 2011 6:09 pm
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