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Thousands of cards are opened in hundreds of rooms And the wine is uncorked a little earlier than usual And everybody talks to one another for once And smiles captured through words cover and hide the awkward **** of sadness That rises, like a cold, on the flesh.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
Mothering Sunday
Thousands of cards are opened in hundreds of rooms And the wine is uncorked a little earlier than usual And everybody talks to one another for once And smiles captured through words cover and hide the awkward **** of sadness That rises, like a cold, on the flesh.
"Mothering Sunday" was the traditional name given to Mothers Day in Britain.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 5:49 PM UTC
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