MOMMY, I love you!! does forty mean your old...!?!? yup your gettin old, but it'll be a while before you die and you can thank the lord for that. so, Forty years... I've never really done this before, so if this stinks, well its because I don't do this often. My name is Mark, I love my Mom. she has nice eyes and a nice... Mom. she likes to craft, and she is bomb. She is Liz Morrill, she is my MoM :) she has lots of kids, she loses weight at her wish. She can do back flips, she doesn't wear mini skirts. She's very modest, she loves her church, she may have whooped me, at one point in my life, with a spoon of birch. So now my butts got this big crack in it and... natural consequences... so now this poem has stupid humor, and people will think I have a tumor. the thing to know is that this rhyme means I love you, and you should hug me. =)
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