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[aid] => Mick
[title] => There is Nothing a Mamaw Can't do
[time] => 2003-07-17 23:05:00
[hometext] => Hear good music.... visit mp3.com/monday_in_london
[bodytext] => Today is your lucky day. Youv'e slept the morning away but your breakfast is prepared. You'll never stop calling me Mamaw I thought I taught you, I'm Grandma. The first-born grandson who dared. Words came from a boisterous woman whom I love very much. A Bible thumper with the gentlest touch. She'll tell you how it is and leave nothing spared. With a hug only described as loves suffocating embrace. Each practice hair cut was like a scissor chase. Through all these little sayings and deeds I've never doubted she cared. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 230 [topic] => 23 [informant] => eyesrustedshut [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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