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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...

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