The Cliffs Of Dover Poem by Phil Soar
The Cliffs Of Dover
My mother's name was Florence
She was always on my case
She would swear at me and call me names
Right into my face
My childhood wasn't all that good
My father left our home
And my mother turned on me each day
And I felt I was alone
So I walked across the cliffs of Dover
Hoping that I would fall over
Splatter myself on the sand below
Shouting as I hit the sand, That it was over Flo! .
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