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My mother, Sylvia Plath, These days, I might laugh, Electric oven, you know, I was too young to know, One way to go-- It was an electric stove! I was too young to know, I used to live in dread, I learnt what blackmail meant, She got cremated, you know, I was too young to know, These days, I might laugh, My mother, Sylvia Plath.
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Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
MUM, SYLVIA PLATH.
My mother, Sylvia Plath, These days, I might laugh, Electric oven, you know, I was too young to know, One way to go-- It was an electric stove! I was too young to know, I used to live in dread, I learnt what blackmail meant, She got cremated, you know, I was too young to know, These days, I might laugh, My mother, Sylvia Plath.
A tribute to emotional blackmail. Feedback welcome.
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julie-grenness
Mar 2, 2016
Mar 2, 2016 at 1:36 PM UTC
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