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- It
could've been me.
- by
Mick Moss
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- Next to
the painting it said
- "Mother
washing baby in sink" - 1953
- the year I
was born
- we bathed
one after another in a tin bath
- that was
kept outside on the coal bunker during the week
- on Sunday
nights, bath night, just before supper
- it was
dragged into the scullery
- which was
what you call a kitchen now
- and filled
with scalding water from the copper
- which you
call an immersion heater
- and
scrubbed from head to toe with Wrights Coal Tar soap
- you don't
have that now
-
- you have
herbal body wash from the body shop
- and use a
nice soft natural sponge
- our mum
used a wooden scrubbing brush
- that took
your top layer of skin off
- these days
it's called exfoliating
- and is
supposed to keep you looking young
- we called
it torture and made us look like burn victims
- you smell
like the scent of a summer breeze
- we smelt
like disinfectant
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- you have
organic pizza and low fat chips
- with
sugar-free juice
- and watch
satellite TV
- before
going to bed in your own centrally heated room
- under a
cosy Teletubbies duvet
- we had
toast and as a Sunday treat cocoa made from condensed milk
- and slept
head to toe under sheetless blankets
- when we
eventually stopped shivering.
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