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Passing Gas (1953)

If I could take back anything,
It would be the gas I quietly passed,
sat at my grandma’s dark oak dining table,
chewing on a sprout at Sunday lunch.
The munching momentarily stopped.
There was an uncomfortable silence
then a cough.
My mum looked like she wished to commit violence,
while everyone looked long and hard at dad,
as if he had committed a crime,
even though it was only dining.

21 Feb 18

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