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- Thomas Williams Oh my God what can I tell you about my Mother who I would give anything to be with now? How can I capture the endearing looks from her eyes that keeps sparkling like magic into my heart? I know that she is still right here and there watching over her son. She gave to me this spirit of mind that looks and sounds like this. "Black as a pit from poll to poll I thank whatever gods there might be for my unconquerable soul."
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