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A tale of woe
Contributed by
fanniesson
on
Sunday, 5th April 2009 @ 04:05:17 PM in AEST
Topic:
MiscPoems
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There she is,
I see it now my mother.
Her lips hair body shape.
Telling me what to do.
Nagging me into submission,
as she did when I was ten years old
and such a wild little boy.
There she is, holding her chest,
threaten death,
suffering from migraines
at the drop of a hat,
never satisfied with anything,
and here I am, my father
foolishly thinking in charge.
While the peanut gallery; our children
standby, watch, store data needed
to repeat the whole damn thing again
Copyright ©
fanniesson
... [
2009-04-05 16:05:17] (Date/Time posted on
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