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Una folds the letter and puts it in the white envelope grim reading Mother'd died from cancer last weekend no one rang to tell her not a soul just the one lone letter from a friend saying so so she'd gone to her God closer to Him than me cut me off from her life now her death Una says to herself all because I was gay and slept with the women not the men God's curse on you she'd said now she's dead Nuala my lover will console me today when she comes we'll make love in my bed and make peace with the ma in my head.
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
MAKE PEACE 1997
Una folds the letter and puts it in the white envelope grim reading Mother'd died from cancer last weekend no one rang to tell her not a soul just the one lone letter from a friend saying so so she'd gone to her God closer to Him than me cut me off from her life now her death Una says to herself all because I was gay and slept with the women not the men God's curse on you she'd said now she's dead Nuala my lover will console me today when she comes we'll make love in my bed and make peace with the ma in my head.
A WOMAN AND THE LETTER IN DUBLIN IN 1997
TerryCollett
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Jul 5, 2016
Jul 5, 2016 at 2:23 AM UTC
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