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There is a medium for us to come to this world. Our parents have come through our parents. We have come to this world. We have seen the light of this world. After coming to this world, our closest people are our families, our parents, relatives, and relatives. They are ours, but you are my favorite of all the people in this world and your very own man is yours. The word is the most expensive word in the world

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The mother is too small

But know that brother

There is a name that is sweet

There is no triennium

Today we will talk about our pregnant mother, who can end up looking at us in the mother's face and talk about her mother that we will talk today with her mother, whose debt we can never finish

There is a lot to talk about mother. To write, the blog will end in full, but the mother's singing, the love of the mother, the affection of the mother, the mother's prayer for the child, the responsibility of duties, respect and love to the children. There is nothing to finish as much as possible, so many things to talk about. We will come to this end of the blog or maybe we will have to take this page to another page, but in some way, This blog will not be the last.

How many great poets write poetry, how many great poems have written, how big a great history has been written by many poets and litterateurs, by praising their mother, by honoring their mother, they have finished writing many great poems, many poets And there are literary writers that they are still writing about their mother and they do not end up writing about their mother

We often give our mother a lot of trouble, whether we understand it or not. We do not think once we are sorry that the mother who hurts me, I feel sad and pain, maybe my mother does not say anything but everything in this world shakes when oppression of mother is hurt due to mother An mother does not want her child to be in any trouble Mother always prayed for harm to something bad and her mother always prayed

In this world, we all are of any religion or not. We all believe that there is someone who is our Creator, we believe that we have come to the behest of any creator in this world that we all remember and believe that we have once thought of thinking Our Creator, who created us, has himself said that in this world he might have been after him Here is one that has to deal with all the pain silently, she was the mother of wasting. Did we ever believe in what we once believed in remembering that maybe someone remembers, no one remembers, our Creator has said that our womb is being arranged without this world #mov

Think of one thing if you talk to a mother if you speak a hot language or suffer from a disease, but your mother is a little angry in the first period of your magazine, but later she tries to forget everything with cold head and when your mother If you are angry with someone, then you are angry about it as a lot of trouble and you do not try to forget it. But you can hurt your mother who has hurt you, but your mother does not want to be angry with you and drag her on your lap

I share a story about my mother in my life that the whole story will be remembered throughout my life, I will never forget that story

When I was young, one afternoon in the afternoon, when I saw a tasty mango in my belly, I jumped for a ripe mango and we could not afford it. It looks as good as seeing me, and everyone will think that the aunty can be very sweet and very tasty, which can be seen by seeing a mango or mango color.

Then I decided to give a sweetmere share to anyone and I'm not giving anybody what is happening at a young age. Then I am sitting on one side, why did I know about that day, mother said I saw what kind of mango? I went away from my mother as "no" and I am very happy to play alone.

Mother did not suffer any difficulty in not giving her mother, she enjoyed satisfaction after seeing her eating my mum smile. But on that day I got satisfied with eating sweet mango, but to this day, the taste has been bitter in my mind and it remains in the middle of my mind and it will remain for the whole life. Whenever I'm at the mammoth meal, then I remember the mom's day. I do not understand that day of an ignorant mind. Eisa Kalena Dilma mama I cannot forgive myself in any way, do not go. I can not even tell my mother, millions of millions of hits given to you, but I am sorry to say that at least one of them suffer from it, I do not even have that mouth to say. So say "forgive mother." I know what I will say when I say the mother will tell me a lot of crazy things. Now is there anybody saying that I have forgotten all these things before I forgot all these things. You just think about these things. Because of that, he did not think of a crazy thing when he was so small that did so

Mother's love will never be forgotten. Mother never becomes angry with the child, but there are few things in her life that remind me of her life. One of the important aspects of her is that I said with my writing that I can never forget my mother's blessings or not That's the word that's called

For us the mother should not do anything in this world or not, so that mother was born because of this. Relationship with mother: Mother tortured me in my body, warned about whether we were in trouble. I saw that my movement was just like that. He suffered from pain, his mouth defeated pain. For a bar, I did not wish to be amazed. All mothers do this by trying all the time to find out that the child is growing up to be happy for the child, and the happiness and sorrow of the child are mixed with the sadness of the mother.

Some rhythmic writing about mother

Keeping the mother on one side of the Earth,

Put the mother on the side.

Forgetting all the things in the world,

Call your mother in desperate need.

All the songs of life, all songs,

There is no life without a mother.

In the heart of my mother,

No one knows what address anyone

Ooowo ................... mother

Sorry to see the mother's face,

Mother's life is understandable.

Whenever I go away,

Finding mother silently

Mother's legs are heaven,

Heaven is the same as Kajin.

Learning to survive because of mom

Mother in the world, you know the world.

OoOo ..................... mother

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