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I will count to ten, my mom would say, Following no one’s behest.
And I would fall in line. I wish that I could count to ten,
Would tidy up and stop my play, And bring Mom back to me.

Just in the nick of time.
Then I could be a kid again,
There is no one left to count to ten, And a family, complete
To tell me to clean up this mess. and unfussed.
Instead, the clock clicks on again,

MARCH 1, 1909 - AUGEST 8, 1998

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