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Mar 2
When I was younger
I once read a book,
That somehow connected with me.

It was bought by my mother
It was aptly named, What My Mother Doesn't Know

I'm quite sure my mother knew
Atleast most of what I was up too.
And I was all the better for it.

I still have the book,
I think I'll give it to my own child one day.
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C F  I'm probably in bed, tbh.
(I'm probably in bed, tbh.)   
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