a poem by my wife............. x It's great to share things old and new If i don't need it i will ask "Do you?" We can share our clothes and even ideas Share our joy and sometimes our fears If

 poem by my wife,   I remember hearing arguments, Whilst sitting on the stairs, You never loved my Mother. Did you even care? You left us without money. With only a few books as chairs. all s~~~o

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A poem by my wife. Your'e what they call a Mother? Not me, I call you "It" Cuz all my life you spoke to me Like I was a piece of shit I taught myself to ride my bike And swim and read and write Cuz all