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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.

Poem

Give me a smile
with lips stretched wide as a rubber band
and in between a set of straight white teeth
dazzling like a mirror ball.

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Dada has stories from Calcutta
wrapped up in his big belly.
When he belched they would unravel.

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Billy chased me round the playground
with hands full of fists

Billy yelled at me across the football pitch
with a mouth full of stings.

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We watch them, hypnotized.
Pale and mysterious,
They rise and fall. Joe says
“They look like ghosts.”