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November 19, 2012
They were on a different level,
caught up in a faster zone.
She had a full life with her husband,
just at the time Mum were left alone.
They were actively upwardly mobile
in the fast-track business flow,
just when life came crashing
down around them, and hit home
with a thunderous blow.
Choosing between the two of them,
both needing her in equal measure,
spilt her heart down the middle,
often causing them both displeasure.
It was a no-win situation that comes
with the wretched number ‘three’.
Being impossible to divide into two,
Oh, what misery three can be!
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