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Mar 2014
You know you have heard it.
Many have said it.
You're your mother daughter.

Simply, by the way you act.
Simply, by the things you say.
Simply, by looking like her.

You might admit to it.
You might deny it.
Realize that many doesn't buy it.
Cause they are quick to say, you're your mother daughter.

Then they might add the word, alright.
You act just like her in trying to get your way.
Then, you might reply.
I'm glad to be my mother's daughter.
jeffrey conyers
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jeffrey conyers  united states
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