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1.24.15 I won't make you promises, I won't tell you lies, Most of the time One of us cries. One cries for love, One cries for food, One cries because They're in a bad mood.
When all of the children are fast asleep, & Mama's had all the Trouble she can keep, No reading gets done For this weary woman, It's off to dreamland For this worn-out woman.
Chores stacked like pancakes. And you wonder why i’m tired. I’m busy as a bumblebee. And you wonder why I’m mad. None of my bills are gettin paid.
Barefoot and defiant.
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