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I saw a bride splendid in white garmentsI saw a woman with one hundred children The children plump and firm within her arms,
Dada taught me cards.Sitting in his suit of pants and vest.A fistful of joker-red hair strewn across his brow.His big belly like a cannon ball.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
Standing by the river, my face grewinto a flat fish and floated offto a lily pad, and I was lonelywithout myself, without my twin.