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Who Ran To Help Me When I Fell, And Would Some Pretty Story Tell, Or Kiss The Place To Make It Well?
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Who ran to help me when I fell,
And would some pretty story tell,
Or kiss the place to make it well?
My mother.
-- Jane Taylor (1783-1824)
-- My Mother
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