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There’s something extra - special when you walk into our house, It seems as if someone had gone over it and sprinkled it with love, That someone is always there - just drop around to see, And watch her coming to welcome you with that twinkle in her eye. There’s something extra - special when we walk down the street, It seems every-one turns and says “My, doesn’t she look sweet!” It’s her alright just having a gay time, She’s always smiling and saying hello with that twinkle in her eye. Yes, there’s something extra special about that Mother of mine, And I’m sure the Lord above knows all about it too, And when she leaves this world to go to lands unknown to us, I’m sure there’ll be an extra special place reserved for the one we love so much. My first poem to you, Mom. It wasn’t much of anything, was it? In fact it doesn’t even rhyme. But I tried my hardest to tell you then with this, that I Loved You very much. I could tell by your tears, that you understood, and because you smiled, I felt mighty proud and happy. | |||||
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