1866
6.39
8.ii.25
here’s this one
with the
swivel ears
and take a
coast
internal
organs
the hamster,
the worm
old reprobate
that nose
a snowstorm
brown
the penny
drops
and tuppence
too
a groat
count the
number of toes
the tear
ducts
here’s insect
and the rude
parts
slow twig
fall
the forest
flew
here’s one
like a pencil
note this
down
the beam
and strike
through
underline
all these
books at once
leaf through
there are the
words
no one can
know
jump joy
no colour but
reflected
all of it
godsbeard
for fear
the thunder
hidden under
a forest of
wishes
for up
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