Friday, 6 November 2015

November Time An Epic Rhyme

My Mum and Dad split up when I was nine
Mum always used to say that it was fine
that she and I were better on our own
but I could see she hated being alone

I didn't have much freedom as a child
no chance to let my hair down or be wild
Mum was afraid that she would lose me too
and I resented this the more I grew

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