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[sid] => 151041
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Hard LIves
[time] => 2009-06-25 16:56:16
[hometext] => Written in Scottish dialect. A young boy sitting at a bus stop as two old ladies walk by.
[bodytext] => Sittin' waitin', nothin' comin' Birds are singin', bees are hummin' Another look, still nothin' comin' Except for two auld aged wummin' Gassin' about their private lives Drunken husbands, battered wives And young yins who could hardly wait Tae flee the nest and slam the gate Nae turnin' back nor feelin' sad For Mam who at the hands of Dad Has had a bloody awfy life Her only crime, a lovin' wife.... It sure seems hard to think of these Auld wummin' young like flighty breeze Enjoyin' life as mothers should With children sweet and husbands good And swappin' gossip in the shops Then all at once the penny drops It seems tae be the Mothers curse Tae struggle with an empty purse Tae feed the weans and pay the bills While faithers oot exchangin' ills With pals nae better than himself In pubs they're drinkin' tae the health Of all the wives they've left at hame Tae feel the hurt and lay the blame With husbands who display nae shame In what they do from day to day. All this I gathered from one comment From them two auld aged wummin'. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 163 [topic] => 48 [informant] => Scribbles [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => EmotionalPoetry )
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