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The Forests will Echo with Laughter. Part 1.
The night Amelia Hamilton was born
the caravan was battered by a gale.
Her mother gripped the drop-down bed and scorned
the father who was now
a thousand miles away.
The caravan site owner made it clear
that babies have to pay their rent as well
so young Amelia passed the next ten years
in custody of Gran
where none would wish to dwell.
Daily beatings, sma...
Thursday 14th May 2020 8:44 am
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