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My mother

| Aryan Tiwari

She was elegant to her last word;
I overlooked the comments that I heard.

It was my magnificent mother,
Meeting everyone one after another.

The jewel of the crown,
A person of great renown:
She’s the queen,
Royal and supreme!

Oh hi there
It’s nice to meet you.

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  1. Aryan

    Thank you Mumma for everything.

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