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Conversation With My Mum

(When I was four) Me: “I’d like an apple, please?” Mum: “Why would you like an apple?“ Me: “Because I’m hungry.” Mum: “The question is not whether you’d like an apple, but whether or not God wants you to.” Going all the miles Too young to travel, Not able to construct, A policy to unravel, Christian fundamentalism, The Catholic cry of the fundamentalist mum, The voice of parent sinner, Against the education of the tum.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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