Poem -

MiDniGHTs + tHinGs...

don't glAre at me bitcH...
I wiLL
if I wAnt, your eyes all
AblaZE
psychic kicks, slams and
pUncH
I hate yOu, you cOW...mY
siSTer
You're noT!!  I'll tell
MAmmY
on you... go aheaD.. oh, she's
oUT!!!

It's ten past of midnighT anD
mOtherRs
are goNe, only me and my
siSteR
The fight is now ON, I
sEE
the kiCk coming and
DucK
out the way, oH gOd
bOOts
in glAsS, now in hell we will
paY

We staRe at each other, at the
glaSS on the floor, a pAct is
nOw made by four eYes and
cut tOEs, we clean up the
glAss and maKe stories up
tOO, because neither will tEll
that the booT came from yOu

Don'T worry, don't woRRy we'll
sAy
the door slammeD we
siSteRs
at war morphed to
BroTHerS
in arms, you hug me you 
LoVE
me and I love YoU toO
wE
cleaN up the meSS
hAnDs
clasped tighT with love's 
GluE...

Marion Price (2020)

 
 

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Jill Tait

Haha Sisters,sisters never were there such devoted sisters lol pinned my lovely ❤️💕❤️🤣

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Marion

Aye...lol..I love delving in memories!! 😄😄😆

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Jill Tait

Awww ay me too luv theres nothin can spoil our memories ❤️❤️❤️

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Jim "The Lad" ....

I'm still ducking and weaving! Glad you were able to mend fences, I still see some of that around  my neck of the woods!......................Jim

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Marion

Ha ha...we were 15 when this happened lol...thanks Jim x

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