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A new publication by The Momma Dom
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The Fruit Ripens When It Is Time
The Mommaβs Dom Poetry
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βοΈAUTHORβS NOTE: Poetry has itβs place.
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The Momma Dom, Playing With Myself and Loving It!
When the flowers are falling but growth is the flow,
When the fruit is green and starts to show,