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spaghetti junction
Dinner times were brutal
The small talk barbaric
We dined from each other
The whole family
Seething
Father would get home from work
And stick his fork
Straight into Mother
His blood boiling
The kettle whistling
I stayed silent
Each of us dreaming
Of ways to die
Dessert was a dish
Always served cold
No time for coffee
Jus...
Sunday 9th August 2015 9:50 am
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