1858
6.31
31.i.25
lost to a dream for words
considering that I’m not here
once when
the sherbert
fountain
teeth
fizzers and
love me or not
cobbers and
snakes
choc
cigarettes
jelly baby
penny’s worth
or nuts for
sixpence
salt I remember
a little
paper cup
under whisker
in a budding
breast up
and once the
key under the stone
sky straight
down
a sun when so
I bright
roll over lay
down and let me let
bottle of
scotch gone too
the effort to
not represent always fails
no heart this
high
but I’m home
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