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My little memories

You’re a bonfire under the blue beach moonlight
You’re a bottle of sunscreen by the pool
You’re a dandylion blown into the wind
You’re a Cristmas tree angel on the top most branch
You’re a petunia taking root in the ground
You’re a reflector on the back of my tri-cycle
You’re a Joker card in the spokes of my bicycle
You’re a bananna sno-cone by the post office
You’re a band-aid on my scraped hands
You’re all of the little memories that I take for granted
But most importantly , you’re my Mom, and I love you dearly

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