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Family Life

Mr MacOliver talks to the dead.

He shuffles the shadows around in his head..

I couldn't quite catch all the things that he said -

probably best not to know.

 

Mrs MacOliver stares into space.

A faraway look crosses over her face.

She's off to her private invisible space

where I'm not permitted to go.

 

Annabel scratches her arms with a knife.

She's numb and she's dumb and she's weary of life.

She steps off the pavement in front of a lorry.

Everyone's dreadfully sorry.

 

The MacOlivers go to the coroner's court.

They witness their daughter laid out in the morgue.

"How could she do such a thing?" they both thought.

And that is the end of the story.

 

Family life is surprisingly hard.

You never can tell what will be on the cards.

You play Happy Families until you go Snap......

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