Happy Familiars

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Sitting resting my head on her pretty laceback chair,
Sipping gin from a Derby Crown painted cup.
They said she had a magnetic personality,
Falling over her feet I found we're poles apart.

But I like you, you like me in a funny kind of way.
You mother, God bless her,
Had a mole on her neck to keep men away.
Your father a miner, your aunt our divine Emintrude.
Don't be rude when you're...

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Here we are ten years on with our kiddies round our knees,
Scratching round trying to find a way to make ends meet.
Fairy snow falling over our castles in the sky,
Knit the years all away sat in your rocking chair.

And the postman still brings you a lonely valentine.
Remember September when you said "I will" and... 
Your mother was mine. 

Familiar faces fade into the past.
Forget all the traces and all those lost memories
We knew.                    

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