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Hello Mada, hello Fada

These kookaburras reality is like mail in the post, 
Delivered rarely, but with the anguish printed on the page Astonishing me, though by now I am bored of it. 

I tend to fight it, like the force of the page will devour me.

It's just another historic set of words like teeth sinking in!

They are words about your husband, they are words

About how once you were so weak. You should have left

Him before he left you. Now I am the glue tying him

To you! With the same slow-boy behaviours and attitudes.

 

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Shirley Harrison

So with your title that is obvious slang, very clever I read this 3 times to get the powerfulness, holding a parent up when you are a child is a really hard job, but sometimes we the children have to take the responsibility because adults make mistakes too and get lost too, I do believe that the force of nature gives us what we can handle. When we become to stronger one we also need a shoulder. 🌹

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Marion

'Now I am the glue tying you'
this line stood out for me and pulls together the whole write. Our parents dissapointment in us... imagined? Or real?
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Rory McGinlay

I will never ask if it ever get easier. I think I know the answer 

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