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By stevetroster
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25 June 2008 |
I'm all out of film and refuse to go digital.
When mummy needed money
she would bring an uncle home,
but all their talk of love was phoney;
no roads led to Rome.
At night I’d lie beneath the moon
and listen to her weeping,
at night I’d lie beneath the stars
while mummy wept alone.
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Written by Brett (785 comments posted) 25th June 2008 | Another wee gem, Steve! I like this series of yours.
'she would bring an uncle home' - innocence meets seediness! Lovely.
Cheers |
Written by Phil (6731 comments posted) 25th June 2008 | As above. Good stuff.
Phil |
Written by Mr_E_Writer (187 comments posted) 26th June 2008 | Hello. I enjoyed all four of these but #3 was my favourite. A sad little story.
Cheers,
Eric. |
Written by Talisker (1326 comments posted) 27th June 2008 | Amusing little vignette - enjoyable like most of your postings, Steve.
Oli
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