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Momma

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Gone the flour-sprinkled apron, the wrinkled hand Tha t soothed my moistened cheek when lightning flashed, And Debbie broke her leg and couldn't stand; Gone lumpy fingers reaching as I bashed T h e glass that Grandma treasured long, I know, To splintered fragments glittering on the floor;

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