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The Beatings

Somewhere along the line I discovered That you were not my mother Good job for both me and you So we each had a clue Your not my mother As I am not your son So let the beatings carry on Cos I will never ever call you mum Because I am not your son Which is why in the end I preferred to go around the bend But the thing that I eventually saw Was I could at least shut the door The one where you always forced me to call you Mum Even though I was not your son DAMO..

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Damian Keady

Date: 3/24/2020 5:14:00 PM

So True...

Damian Keady

Date: 3/23/2020 6:26:00 PM

Hiya Indy.... so good to hear from you...hope you are keeping safe and well my friend .. and big thanks for sharing that,, it helps me to put into context stuff.. although it also makes me sad that you had that experience.. but you are a winner now.. so keep up the good work in keeping us all sane with your words of wisdom.. best wishes as always DAMO x

Indiana Shaw
Date: 3/24/2020 9:46:00 AM

The way to look at life and what it throws; is to just get out there and see others who have had it so much worse, we are just babies when it comes to the school of hard knocks . . . : /

Indiana Shaw

Date: 3/19/2020 11:59:00 AM

I remember when I was 9 and had just run away from home, once brought back my mum opened her arms and said, let us start again and I just took one look at her and legged it, the sad thing here is, she actually was my mum, sometimes you can't win either way . . . : /