Monday, April 29, 2013
For never before in story or rhyme,
(not even once upon a time)
has the world ever known a you, my friend,
and it never will, not ever again.
Oh motherhood, you have turned me into a sappy, tissue carrying, cry-over-children-books kind of woman.
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