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| To Mum She's like the garden that she tends Nurturing the seeds she sows A shoot begins a bud appears Defends it proudly as it grows Thro spring and summer till harvest time A perfect fruit its sweetness right The garden full in autums prime Its bounty shared thro winter's rime Far from the garden now I grow Among the tares of foreign soil Yet proud to bloom and tend my own Knowing where my roots were sown So strong an sure she always seems But gentle yet as summer rain With time to nurture love and care A blossom that we all can share |
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| Midi: My Bonnie |
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