I always chose the perfect words
While yours were off the cuff
Speaking volumes without intention
It was always just enough
You were half-assed and cold
But, I read between the lines
Searching out inspiration
For my silly little rhymes
SP
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Excellent my Dear, it makes me think you're speaking to me. People always think a poem is about them though. I love you. Mom xoxoxo
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