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The Migrant MotherA sad look Worn and weary Tired old bones But a strong will The wrinkles show the hardships faced Around the eyes you can see her pain She's seen the ugly But her eyes still burn The clothes aren't pretty But have purpose She isn't clean But pure of heart She keeps her children close At night when it is cold Under her nails you won't find gold But dirt of the land she has traveled She has worked the ground And prayed to the sky She is a shattered soul Of broken dreams and hopes But her worth is of more than gold ShatteThe Migrant Mother
by ~muskle
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- Current Residence: a big hunk of coral
- Interests: art, music, reading, sleeping, eating, dreaming
- Favourite movie: casablanca, Fast times at ridgemont high, dazed and confused
- Favourite band or musician: way too many to be named
- Favourite genre of music: good
- Favourite artist: talented
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- Skin of choice: mine
- Favourite game: manhunt
- Personal Quote: Remember, life is what you make it
- Tools of the Trade: i have no trade
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