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Momma, I'm sorry Searching as I did I finally found it On a barren plot With a simple head stone I never knew her She beat me once with a strap But she meant well I was bigger than she She didn’t deserve to die that way Penniless and alone The Florida sun beating on her as I stomped on her grave Yelled, and asked “why”? There were no waves to wash away my tears …I left a stone, and walked away |
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