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Little toad little toad mind yourselfmind yourself let me plant my cornplant my corn to feed my horsefeed my horse to run my race – the sea is full of more than I know
The jellyfishdances through the waterwaving its frilly underwear.
We found one on the beach.
It had become a polythene bagfull of water.
He's the Keepy-Uppy Kid.
We're the Mafia catsBugsy, Franco and ToniWe're crazy for pizzaWith hot pepperoni
One was beautiful, silken hair to her waistand dutiful, kept it neatly in place.Please and Thanks were words she’d use.
Here now skyline assembles fire.The sun collects up to leave.Its bright following paled,suddenly all goes. Dusk rushesin, like door closed on windowless room.
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.
Spices and gold once cast a spellOn bearded men in caravels.
New World New World cried historyOld World Old World sighed every tree.
In our flatfaces speakof places across the sea.
In our flatvoices walk intalking, but not like me.
Don't be so glum,plum.
Don't feel beaten.
You were made to be eaten.