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Poorly Girl

I hate it when you’re ill. My beautiful bouncing girl becomes Quiet, sad, subdued and hot. It’s hard to know how to help. I fill you with medicines And tell you stories. You try to smile for me But your … Continue reading

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Bright colours erupt, Staining the white toilet bowl. Adult becomes child.

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