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Mother's Ruin
Mother’s Ruin
My mum would not touch alcohol
She never told us why
But she made rhubarb wine a lot
And also rhubarb pie
Sat in the Rhubarb Triangle
You didn’t have to try
To cultivate or care for it
It grew wild quite nearby
She got a secret recipe
To make a potent wine
She picked the fruit and followed it
Everything looked fine
Twenty-one bottles l...
Friday 1st May 2020 12:55 pm
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