for mother ,s soul

on love
[align=justify][align=left][align=centerrightft]Love is a fruitin season at all times,and within reach of every hand.
No language can express the power and beauty of a mother,s love.
Amother,s love is like a circle, it has no beginning and no ending. It keeps going around and around ever expanding,touching every one who comes in contact with it,warming them like the noon time sun,and covering them like ablanket of evening stars.Amother,s love is like a circle, it has no beginning and no ending.[/move][/move][/move][/center][/center][/center]

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