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Aug 2023
Now when I think of
My mother dear
That she can be
So full of cheer
Though she knows
Her life ends near
That she can be so
Full of cheer.
She coughs her lung's up
A mucal smear
She ***** her **** out
The end is near
But all my my mother knows
This simple thing
She lives her life
With all she holds dear.
Maniacal Escape
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Maniacal Escape  30/M/lancashire
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