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MY MOTHER.

This Sunday, so they say. Is to be Mother's Day. I'm gla*, indeed. That they've decreed Another. Because of chance oDteiKJl To send my lor* unfeigned, To one who's true To mc clear through, My Mother. spinning■s.'is.TSr' The boughs, has causbt the And many drops of • • • You did not epin intent On catching wonderment ~_ So with the webs we spinsxLEST roix. TJ,e mountain* «e755i ft* They stand s , And the clouds that kiss we* Hear^dtherrisaWrPOM. Each bears him U , A3 soldiers do. and bow a Jerf They fold their forests ronna And bolster up Gil****

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Auckland Star, Volume LV, Issue 188, 9 August 1924, Page 22

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MY MOTHER. Auckland Star, Volume LV, Issue 188, 9 August 1924, Page 22

MY MOTHER. Auckland Star, Volume LV, Issue 188, 9 August 1924, Page 22