Why My Mom?

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    Why My Mom?

    The day you walked in the door we knew you weren't no good. But still cought her eye, and we don't know why. I wish you understood our feelings for you aren't the same. She loves you and we dislike you to our vains. Why did you come over? Why did you come in? It couldn't be the girl down the street mom? NO, it had to be mine. You're blocking her vision, now she can't see that all her children are slipping away from her. Why won't you leave? Why won't you let her be? If you let her go, all our souls will feel free. I'm asking you now because next time won't be the same. I'm telling you now, before ya'll through we'll drive you insane.

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    IreSunn commented on Why My Mom?

    09-29-2009

    Emotionally charge. They say love is blind or perhapes children can see things must adults can not.

    In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

    Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

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