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| Written for: Unfairly forgotten Mothers wherever they are. |
I’m writing home to mother
Who waits quietly for news
Will she see my lame excuses
As one sided points of views
Maybe apologies for self-regard
A polished act of weak contrition
Will clear the dust on covered tracks
Restoring place without condition
I could post my mail on Wednesday
Or some other day next week
Then again I might rewrite it all
Keep on trying so to speak
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