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Baby bawling in your pram Out in the garden, airing in the shade She’s soon a little girl, Daddy’s Joy Proudly balanced behind Dad As he pedals up the path on your trike. First day at school: life’s a mystery Numbers belong to a secret society Schooldays stretch across the years Playground fights, sick in the classroom Awkward, podgy, shy and clever. Time to shed the puppy fat. Time to shine, to be a wanton. Down the disco: vodka and French kissing. Friday morning maths a nightmare. Boyfriend turns to husband overnight. Romantic love and domestic drudgery, Baby bawling in your pram Out in the garden, amid the nappies. |
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