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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required From my mother's womb I yelled into the room, mattress on the living room floor, my bro I replaced as the youngest, his face as he screamed and ran out through the door. I tell you (no fooling) my years of hard schooling I'll remember as long as I live Johnny Cash got it right sometimes you gotta fight but my name isn't Sue, it is Viv. My first crush was Joy, she beguiled the boys with her cool attitude and demeanour, but in the school yard I didn't try very hard and lost out to Nigel who was keener. My senior school was a boy's own affair, all mortarboards, chalkdust and gowns, atmosphere never placid, like Hogwarts on acid at home it took hours to come down. Exams taken and passed and so onwards at last out into the big wide world of work, how well did I do at my first interview I'm surprised that they'd take on a jerk. After six years of grammar that felt like the slammer with no females on a daily basis this place was Nirvana I tried to keep calmer in this female infested Oasis. For a short while I waited then finally dated the friend of a colleague, named Ruth, wedding plans from her lips, I took fright and jumped ship I was too immature, that's the truth. From there my next job for an extra few bob was in warehousing, driving fork trucks, stacks of pallets to lift on horrendous night shifts but to honest I didn't give a hoot. I was by then resolving with my problem solving to find me a niche in I.T, nine to five, air conditioned, needing no permission to break for a smoke and a tea. Nine years flew by me and also my family, my mother began to be ill I quit work and stayed home, looked after her alone watching sadly as she went downhill. She finally went and as was her intent I care for my youngest today, these trials we have to bear, no-one said life was fair but I won't have it any other way. The good lady's poorly and sometimes I'm sorely being tested, but I keep good cheer, the days may seem long but I cannot go wrong- I've got Poetry, music and beer. For contest 'where are you from', sponsor Joseph Soper
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