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I am the word juggler.I juggle the wordslike swords.I slice sensewith poetic license.
Itty-bitty. Bat. Tittle-tattle. TatShilly-shally. Shout. Dilly-dally. OutWilly-nilly. Woo. Silly Billy. Boo!Roly-poly. Rip. Pitter-patter. Pip
There is a place (believe me,
she said) where if, if
you go beyond
the street lights, to the lane's end,
'On buses and trains you wouldn't believeThe crazy things that passengers leave:
A pair of crutches, I kid you not,Hot-waterbottle, full but no longer hot
We finished with a song on the football pitchSinging all along on the football pitch Had a little sing with a sing-song-singHad a little fling with a ding-dong-ding
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
Why must we go to school, dad?Tell us, dear daddy, do.Give us your thoughts on this problem, please;No one knows better than you.
Behind youWindrush childpalm trees wave goodbye
above youWindrush childseabirds asking why
around youWindrush childblue water rolling by