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May 2013
Mother i remember as
the pritty one with teats
not one of those other knobs
that chow cha chewed
do you mother remember me
i am the one you called
the black sheep
and on a good day Paul
tonight i remember all
you are my dispersible aspirin
and mother i need you now.
Bet not one of you thought this poem would be about that?   please do tell!
PAU L  :-)
Paul Hardwick
Written by
Paul Hardwick  64/M/England
(64/M/England)   
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