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Roses are red... My mum is terminally ill with breast cancer,
Her hair fell out,
She became sad and slow,
She cried and then drew her last breath,
I held her hand,
She smiled her last smile,
Her eyes rolled back,
.... And I went off to the PUB to watch the Snooker!!
.... I don't even like snooker!!!
....But the beer was great! Had a lovely head on it!!!!
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