There's Something Extra-special |
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There�s something extra - special when you walk into our house, It seems as if someone had gone over it and sprinkled it with love, That someone is always there - just drop around to see, And watch her coming to welcome you with that twinkle in her eye. There�s something extra - special when we walk down the street, It seems every-one turns and says �My, doesn�t she look sweet!� It�s her alright just having a gay time, She�s always smiling and saying hello with that twinkle in her eye. Yes, there�s something extra special about that Mother of mine, And I�m sure the Lord above knows all about it too, And when she leaves this world to go to lands unknown to us, I�m sure there�ll be an extra special place reserved for the one we love so much. My first poem to you, Mom. It wasn�t much of anything, was it? In fact it doesn�t even rhyme. But I tried my hardest to tell you then with this, that I Loved You very much. I could tell by your tears, that you understood, and because you smiled, I felt mighty proud and happy. | |||||
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