The great short poem on our great mother.
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I have my great and lovely mother
And she is best than any other.
She greatly give me a birth
and borned a new baby on earth.
She suffered deadly days for me,
but desiring the bright future,that she can see.
She desired new world for me,
like a new energy comes in a tired honey bee.
She give her best for taking my care,
like an aura particles spread in an air.
She always shows good teachingto my mind,
But by being always good and always kind.
I know that all's mothers are good and all's mothers are great,
But I dont know after being gentlemen,why we 'HATE'? go back
