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An ode to my mom, a single woman who has done a wonderful job raising me |
| No matter what she’s doing You can always count On the fact that she’s always working Always out and about Two teenage children Who deserve a good school Precocious but, for a single mother Something of a handful But she makes the money and cooks the food You can’t deny that she works hard She still finds time to talk to friends and look good She’ll never forget to send postcards Then the legs bend and she’s at the table Four legs under her keeping her stable It’s not that she’s lazy, not that she’s beat She just managed to get glued to her seat So get her water when she runs out Get her pills when she forgets Because after all that time out and about Mommy deserves the best |