for Mum, from Priya & Sam
Sunday Washing Line
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Pegs in your mouth and a song half sung
White sheets flying when the day was young
We ran right through them, you pretended to mind
The softest kind of love you’ll ever find
Oh, Mum, you were the sunshine on the line
Every little thing was going to be fine
And now I hum it to mine
You sang to us first. Our turn now, Mum.
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