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Mother



My mum means the sun to me: the sun which makes the plants grow the sun which gives us light in daytimes, ,




















Submited By : sara  
Date: 21 August 2006
Author: SECRET
Rating: 3.0/5 (24 votes cast)
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Mother
My mum means the sun to me:
the sun which makes the plants grow
the sun which gives us light in daytimes,
the sun which is there to keeps us warm
and the sun which can burn us to death!!..haha

yap..ma mum is as sweet and as sour as a strawberry..haha
-SECRET -

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