IN AND OUT

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          In and out of my life.

      You do come and go.

      Why you do that, I don't know.

          A feeling of being

       cut with a knife.

         I don't know what it's about.

         It makes me want to scream and shout.

      

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This is my Mother in a nut shell.

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