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Momma saved her best
For company of elite
On old chipped plates
We as a family did eat
Nobody came to call
Who was of that ilk
Even her best cups
Were never used for milk
Now that she is gone
We eyed her very best
From age it was chipped
Just like all the rest
My children are to me
Better than all the rest
They are welcome to eat
On dishes that are best
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