A mother
Standing in line
In front of me,
The radar in her head
Tracking her kids.
Turning,
“EH, GET OVER HERE!”
She yells.
Doesn’t she know
My ear
Is very near
And dear
To me?
A mother
Standing in line
In front of me,
The radar in her head
Tracking her kids.
Turning,
“EH, GET OVER HERE!”
She yells.
Doesn’t she know
My ear
Is very near
And dear
To me?
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