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His name is called and there's a pause
just long enough to halt a war
tame timber wolves and trim their claws
hide diamonds in a secret drawer
Dog in the playground:Oh, no he don’t.He’ll come with me,You see if he won’t.
Don't move the goalposts.Leave them as they are.
Well, maybe this much wider.Now you've gone too far.
In a bit more. Stop.OK, that'll do.
He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.
A new boy joined our class today.His eyes are red, his skin is grey.He will not come outside to play.I think he needs a friend.
Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
How many books have you written?Have you been writing for years?Where do you get all the paper?Where do you get your ideas?
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
In the line you hear a chatter.Up and down a clatter, clatter.Noisy schoolgirls scream and shout,pushing in and pushing out.