The Lament Of A Wrestler's Mom
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"Sti•t se«n so
Since rocked him in my arms.
So small easily ker*
*Wrestling is what it's all
I will tuve to my wei•t.
All yotg will have to wait!"
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Ibis wregling that •s r*cing a•
Why, those wrestlers on TV,
They're as as they
My will a wreck.
burt his or his
No' I tyrgaght.„this
Bun Od I it? No—MR me.
I fixed poached eggs nd toast
And bit my lip when be'd retreat
frx.xm the table taste
of that lusci€ns a wute!
•rhea he'd come with a long
with •aeiW1ts at each cod. For it's his
ptn his
I thülk
How hotbe wouu åiake and quake
with each deep bretgh arxl lift t*'d make.
But did I boller...¯SaVt tlR
NO me. J a
his
And m•te Of
This WE he
to buck me say, "Enough'
wrestling lxrsine• is t«»
Oh my. no...He'd sit grin.
Puff otA h" chest he
say to as his eyes filkd,
kid Of has quite
I figH.
And felt quite until that niÖt.
night, his first time on the
I couldn't help but sit and besvnt
To him stand, all dresæd
admit. I diül't feel geady.
My were wet, my heÜt
Oh I Bayed. Jet tinr be fle«ing'
Or fellow tall-
He sbmald playütg
The referee, his whi
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