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Poem

Deep in the depths of a dark, dark pool 
lives a water monster named Billy McCool. 
He's got shiny scales of pink candy ice 

Poem

He was seven and I was six, my Brendon Gallacher.
He was Irish and I was Scottish, my Brendon Gallacher.
His father was in prison; he was a cat burglar.

Red Cherry Red
Poem

That fire, they said, was red as red as red
as red as a fox, your lips, a cherry;
that fire, they said spread and spread and spread,
faster than a cheetah or a nasty rumour;

Poem

Say, Good mornin, Granny Maama
Good mornin, Grandpa Taata.
Good mornin when it rainin.
Good mornin when sun shinin.
Good mornin.

Poem

One two three,
you can dance like me.

With arms held high
that's how you start,
let deh music touch your heart.

One two three,
you can dance like me.

Poem

Jumbie jump high
Jumbie jump low
Jumbie jumpin to calypso

Jumbie doin a dance
in de silk-cotton tree
he waitin for jouvay
an steelban music to breakaway

Poem

Now we're up on the edge

and over, on the mountain

with mountains beyond. Behind us,

            in the dark

Poem

Fire under footfall.
Fire over skies.

Fire on a matchstick.
Fire in my eyes.

Fire holding hunger.
Fire seeking wood.

Fire hiding danger.
Fire feeling good.

Poem

Forest could keep secrets
Forest could keep secrets

Poem

Sugarcake!
Sugarcake!
Ah chile sweetie ting
a Trini granny could mek:

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