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I have always wanted to be nocturnal,
To Live by the light of the moon.
There’s something about the stars – they’re eternal.
I pray the sun sets soon.
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Great grey belly porker,
toothy yawning slug,
giant in the mud,
of flash, thud, shudder,
then the wailing...
that's half a young cat's life
All night Tippi and I lie with our armswrapped around each otherlike rope.I bury my face in her neckand she wakes every now and thento kiss the top of my head
'I'm fed up looking like Father Christmas,'Muttered Father Christmas one year.'I need a new outfit. I must move with the times.So, for a start, it's goodbye, reindeer.'
The Hairyboos were hairy, the Smoothyboos smooth.
But they lived side by side and were never rude.