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By Lynette Louise (but don't tell! tee hee!)

 

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My reflections in the mirror;

I see the sparkle in my eye

I cry, I laugh,

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I sing aloud,

I hold my head up high

 

The difference is apparent;

anyone can see

I've found a friend from deep within

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and world that friend is

Me!

 

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As the mother of four wonderful teenage boys Tsara spends a lot of time figuring out who she is so she can teach her sons to do the same. She also hears herself holler, "Stop Eating!" an awful lot! As her boys get older, she gets louder while (more...)
 

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