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Where I'm From.

Michael H.

The summers are hot
Temper forever boiling like a pot
The whistle screams like the screaming from home
When a drunken husband has lost the plot

In the valley of a thouseand single mothers,
All money is beer money, 
When the money is gone
Drunken tempers form
Then comes the rain, we're in for a storm

The storm settles 
A new day begins
The call of Dundee St wars at the courtroom
And nobody wins. 

Every house had the same noise at night
Every day as a child was torment and fight,
Walking to the shop was a battle in its own right,
I had to be game and learn how to fight

The valley of broken homes
Green Valley
That's where I am from. 

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