Miriam McKee Poems

You are the mother beneath our wings, born into poverty brought us the
wealth of many kings, When you art young and don't have anything, you rely on
your Mother to give you everything, For a poor mother who had nothing you gave the
wisest things, You are the Mother beneath our wings.
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I wish I was country, because country is free
My daddy was country Kelso's Kissin' Bandit don't you see.
My daddy loved the ladies, all the pretty ones you know, he was happy,
always on the go, he was my daddy & I miss him so. My daddy was the Country
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