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[sid] => 85550
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Mom?s
[time] => 2005-02-24 08:06:15
[hometext] => Just remembering how it used to be. When
[bodytext] => Moms fuss more than the rest, But it's because they love you the best, They make you mind, And bust your behind, They make you laugh, And sometimes smack you for that, Learning the difference is when to know when, ~ So what moms smack every now and then, ~ Bringing up babies, to children, to teens, Is what moms do best from behind the scenes, Mom's are the monsters when wrong's being done, But when it is righted she joins in the fun, Whether picking you up or pushing you down, Dusting you off is where mom's can be found. They push you forward when there's no where to go, Isn't it funny, how much moms seem to know? [comments] => 2 [counter] => 170 [topic] => 38 [informant] => tifrob [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Tributes )
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