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I just dreamed i was at a singing in the hills
Mom was beaming away to somewhere else
Everywhere i looked i could not find
The place was booked they did not mind
I was nothing but lost that is true
I summoned "Mom!" i needed glue
Everywhere i looked did no good
I felt blocked where i stood
All i could do was call her name
Just like the cruise it was just the same
Pray i get a publisher for my poems
I'm sure with a polisher they could be songs
Mom takes off among large groups
I stay lost there is no use
Keeping up with her is a task
She takes a turn on a blast
So i woke up feeling lost
I was broke up in need of a host
i love you,
michael"DEE"house
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