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Purple and Black,
perfect and jaggedy,
my mother's face was still beautiful.
My mother was regal,
the person in my heart,
who I loved like floating snowflakes,
upon my nose on Christmas Day.
Rational and Practical,
mine mine mine,
my mother my mother,
a kind creature divine.
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I love it! What a nice meter. What a gentle sentiment.
My mother was wonderful also. Died very young though.
I also love your profile paragraph. Very nicely put.
This is the first of your work I have read. Looking forward to reading some longer work.
