Black doesn't suit this happy place
Black draped where red always reigned
Sobriety hangs were laughs did
With a great china doll in a box
No black doesn't suit this happy place
And it's everywhere I look
Behind faces
Behind polite smiles
Soggy and fraying and broken
And there's no sending in the clown
The clown is dead
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@leelee101 yes we're getting there now. My mum's very teary and stuff, we cremated her today and I was supposed to read my poem Fear Not because I wrote it for her but I couldn't do it.
@leelee101 I hope so 😌 see its because I had folded it up all nice and was going to give it to her on Monday because she was so scared and then we didn't go up on Monday because Aunt Cheryl was going up and Mum said give her it on Tuesday but by then she was away 💙
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