My mother never loved my father,
A man who even at the best of times was a drunk and a gambler.
Whether she loved me was a question I thought of habitually
And to some great extent,
But with little in the way of conclusion.
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People with lives, lives like shooting stars, gleaming and bright and rare, rare as grass that’s green, water that’s blue.
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Oxford boy, dear oxford boy,
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Walked in before my shower
Watched with careful glower
Looking strong and rather dower.
And I didn’t mean to stalk you,
But I know that’s what I did.
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I’ve been through a breakup recently, and it’s tough. I think I’ve finally worked out how I’m going to cope, though, so I have some advice for other people who might be in a similar situation. Here are my top five ways to get over a breakup.
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It’s not all about the girl, I promise.
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It’s so much more complex.
Just because I spend my weekends
Reading through our texts.
He came roaring round the corner, first time I saw him, little legs stampeding like a centipede. A great wide grin was plastered all over his face, a look of pure, uninhibited happiness.
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