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Fixing a broken home

A father to his son

By L.ClabroughPublished 3 years ago • 1 min read
Fixing a broken home
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Together tomorrow we’ll deal with it

The time isn’t quite right

This mess can’t be fixed just yet

And be patient

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You’ll find it’s better to sit

We should wait for the morning’s light

Come on, the Sun’s about to set

Can’t be complacent

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Forcing progress? I don’t see the benefit

I’d hate to stir a fight

And from all the walls we are beset

Our foundation is stupefacient

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But I expect we’ll have to split

For now there is no need for fright

Your mother's just been frustrated and upset

Worry not, my son, our home will surge renascent

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L.Clabrough

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I write all sorts of things, and I try to challenge myself regularly,

But I mostly enjoy jaunty humour and offbeat adventures in my writing.

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