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A Boy’s Best Friend Is His Mother

A Boy's Best Friend Is His Mother 1273 I've been thinking of late Of a time that's passed away Of a friends in whom I could confide Of my dear old mother's knce, Around which I used to play, How I missed her sweat face when she died How…

A Boy’s Best Friend Is His Mother.

A Boy's Best Friend Is His Mother. 127.3 I've been thinking of late Of a time that's passed away Of a friends in whom I could confide Of my dear old mother's knce, Around which I used to play, How I missed her sweat face when she died.…