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Wrote this poem for me ma:
What have we learnt from our mum?
That we're all made of secrets, lay hidden around;
That good as god is, it's an oddity n'er found.
Temptation and deliverance, not really our tea;
Cracking on with beginning and later we'll see.
And so I've put down these things that I know;
That she's tried to have taught me
So skywards I grow.