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Let's take a walk
around the park,
but please don't forget
that you have to bark.
No matter what you
want to say,
Just watch, think and bark,
My Gran was a Caribbean ladyAs Caribbean as could beShe came across to visit usIn Shoreham by the sea.
There is a place (believe me,
she said) where if, if
you go beyond
the street lights, to the lane's end,
The living room remembers Gran dancing to Count Bessie.The kitchen can still hear my aunts fighting on Christmas Day.The hall is worried about the loose banister.
Nobody knows what Jonjo knows. Nobody knows but he,So Jonjo took me for a walk and showed his world to me.
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
Thomas Farynor, Baker to the King,Left his oven burning with the firewood nearby.The embers muttered, the little flames took wing
This is the city:buildings, buses, trains and carsconcrete, metal, bricks and glasshouses, lights and cinemasshops and offices and bars
We don' have a Springtime like some folkWho live in dem colder place,but we have a time when de soft rain come,an' tease open de seedcase
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,