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I wrote this when I was six. I know that it is short, but for some reason I can still see the paper with my hand writing on it.
Mother, Mother, Mother We call you mom Brother, Brother, Brother Me and little Tom PS. At that time I had no brothers and knew no Tom. I just I starved to ryhme.
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