Back through the years, I go wondering once again. Back to the seasons of my youth. I recall a box of rags that someone gave us and how my momma put the rags to use. There were rags of many colors and every piece was small and I didn't have a coat and it was way down in the fall.Momma sewed the rags together sewing every piece with love she made my coat of many colors that I was so proud of... One is only poor only if they choose to be, now I know we have no money but I was rich as I could be. In my coat of many colors momma made for me. Made just for me. #ShaniaTwain online visitantes

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