Mother Dearest

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44270
United States
40° 57' 24.3" N, 81° 46' 3.954" W

Once the was a queen
Who had little girl
She would make her mother green
And on occasion hurl.
The princess’ hair would twirl

And all the men would stare,
Flock to her side,
Like she was a gem, so rare.
Oh, how her mother wished to tan her hide!
So one day the Queen had her fried.

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