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To MOTHER
lear Mother, how hard thrơ the days that are qone
She strove with my early up-bringing.
Her constant reminder Behave yourself, child
Is still thro my memory riaging
She wielded the hairbrush, the shingle, the shoe,
In her efforts to make me grow better
Her spankings, so frequent, have caused me much pain
But still, J am glaa that I met her!
SO
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Hello Mother
I thought this jush
fitted any case dost
my
they
haying. Hang
you. Everybody is
O.K. where are the
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