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I have been here once before – It was a long time ago, I don't remember when.
But as my father handed me the axe-head
Images exploded in my brain.

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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.

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

Give The Ball to the Poet
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When they were young,
She kept wicket for her brothers,
They batted,
Bowled,
Padded up
And ratcheted up the score.
She crouched behind the stumps
Keeping wicket.

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My Gran was a Caribbean lady
As Caribbean as could be
She came across to visit us
In Shoreham by the sea.

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Guess what, Thinker?

Tomorrow is Pets' Day at school,

and you can go.

You won't be the only one,

we're going to have a lot 

of fun.

You won't talk,