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It was the summer
when Now and Laters
cost a nickel
and The Fantastic Four,
When I met
Seriously I’m really very cool
When I went to school
With the headmaster
I drafed the rules.
We studied my hair
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
I was born with a map of Australia on my face;it was beautiful, my mother told me – there was nobody like me in the whole wide worldwho could trace the edges of down under
This is my story.It is mine alone because I am the one who needsto tell it.I am the one who is still here,no longer stage right but
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.
We used to play on the sidewalk,
brandishing long sticks as lightsabers,
caning one another and
really feeling the force of it.
Then Ed got a real lightsabre,
From Things You Find in a Poet's Beard by A.F. Harrold
Shirley was six when her teeth started to fall out.
Her big brother, Ben, told her not to worry.
Hello! thanks for callingI'm just off on my bikeThat's my room up thereTake a look if you like.
Tomorrow has your name on itIt's written up there in the skyAs you set out on a journeyin search of the How? and the Why?