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Friday, October 24

Curly Hair [10.24.08

My mom combed
my hair
when it was dry
And all I did
was sit there
and cry
My mom would handle it patiently
and just sigh
Today I reminisce
those moments
and I realize why ..
Posted by lilyy at 6:08 PM

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