In a tired state of sweet aplomb I send my best regards to Mom! Whose vibes have always seen me through The toughest things I had to do. Whose easy heart and gentle ways Has softened all my hardest days And kept the faith of joy and kin Bright in the face of darkling sin. I wish her endless toast in bed And wreaths of flowers for her head And joy for many a post-filled day And many another mighty Kay To swell her record to the sky; And on top of this, I say, "Oh! Hi!"
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