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Oct 2013
There's a name that I can no longer hear, or say.
So I have hidden my four year old daughters' favourite book (about a bee),
And taken down the postcard of the Houses of Parliament
That sat in my study, for years.
CBeebies is switched off at certain key moments, too,
It's only a cartoon, but...
I can't hear, see, speak or think the name,
Without wanting to *****, or cry.
It means 'son of...'

And that's pretty apt, actually.
Amanda In Scarlet
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Amanda In Scarlet  London, UK
(London, UK)   
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