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(Spoken affectionately) I see the ink’s run dry But the words piled high Search for a page I remember her then Not now and again But always (Scots) Ma’ shelter when it rains The blood in ma’ veins Andrina (Liverpudlian) Wipin’ sleep from me eye Straightenin’ me tie Fussin’ about me (Nicely) Your mother should know Well where did she go? Nowhere.
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Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 5:10 PM UTC
Andrina (The Ink In My Eye)
(Spoken affectionately) I see the ink’s run dry But the words piled high Search for a page I remember her then Not now and again But always (Scots) Ma’ shelter when it rains The blood in ma’ veins Andrina (Liverpudlian) Wipin’ sleep from me eye Straightenin’ me tie Fussin’ about me (Nicely) Your mother should know Well where did she go? Nowhere.
Remembering her.
steve-enandin
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Mar 12, 2023
Mar 12, 2023 at 5:10 PM UTC
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