Remnant of a Childhood Memory. Four families lived in a house Barely fit for two, one room each Shared kitchen were our mothers Bickered and called each other sluts. No bathroom, only an outdoor loo. We children liked it though sat in The hall winter evenings, switched Of the light and told ghost stories Till we goose pimpled all over and The youngest ones cried for their Mums, who came running, hit me Over the head, 'cause I was usually The teller of tales.Birth sign: Scorpio
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