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Jul 2013
You bought the Express,
I wanted the Sun
you wanted it your way
I wanted a gun.
It's no fun any more
since the day
'the mother in law'
stepped through the front door and started laying down the law.

I really try to get along with her
but I can't see her being fair
she wants things done and doing right
I should have run away last night
but she caught me opening the bedroom door and laid me down a lot more law,smacked me in the face and now I'm sore
can't take this misery
what more can I do.
Nor can I tell if this is a living hell or hell among the living,
well she'll have to go
she'll have to know that she's not sharing any of her uncaring here
I am not going to live in fear any more.
Is that the door?
Oh god she's back and I haven't done the breakfast dishes
if anyone has two free wishes
lend me one
and if wishes really work at all
tomorrow she'll be gone.
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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