<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414241" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Mother knows</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The odour of an apple pie.<br>Fresh baked and set aside to cool.<br>Would tempt a stronger soul than I<br> to discard sense and play the fool.<br>Beneath that crisp and golden crust <br>there lie stewed apples rich and sweet.<br>Arousing a small boy’s greedy lust.<br>My mother is nobody’s fool<br> she knew just what I hand in mind <br>and well before I broke the rule, <br> She took a switch to my behind.<br>It was my turn I had to learn<br> though mother’s kind she can be stern.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">4-Sep-08</div><div style="margin:10px 0">http: // blog.myspace.com/poeticpiers</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ivor+Or+Ivor.e+Hogg">Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=414241" data-title="Mother knows de Ivor Or Ivor.e Hogg" data-description="The odour of an apple pie. Fresh baked and set aside to cool. Would tempt a stronger soul than I to discard sense and play the fool. Beneath that crisp and golden crust there lie stewed apples rich and sweet. Arousing a small boy’s greedy lust..."></div> </div> </div>

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