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My pathetic mother
Complain, tire, ache, grieve is all my mother may perform,
I would think she'd have another activity, as if to conform,
Depressed and denouncing of the world and all its flaws,
Always emphasizing failures, deaths, and broken laws,
As if to justify the addage, 'bad news travels fast',
My mother never fails to constantly live in the past.

7.29.09