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I have your smile
when I look in the mirror I see you
I have your laugh
So when I chuckle I hear you
I have your humour
when I’m sharing jokes I owe it to you
Billy chased me round the playgroundwith hands full of fists
Billy yelled at me across the football pitchwith a mouth full of stings.
When Harry went awayhe stole a part of Mum.No-one warned us. No-one said.We looked and looked for ages –
It's New Year, 1979, at Funderland in the RDS in Dublin. In the cold calculation of the January air, a young girl tries to talk
The building is white,ivy eating its way up the broken walls,windows smalland scratched.
The walls of the room are white and clean -all sign's of yesterdays sorrows scrubbedaway with bleach.
I am angry. really angry. angry,angry, angry. I'm so angryI'll jump up and down. I roll on the groundMake a din. Make you spinPull out my hair. Throw you in the air
I like to stay upand listenwhen big people talkingjumbie stories
I does feelso tingly and excitedinside me
But when my mother say“Girl, time for bed”
Once everything was bigand you were small,but year after year your shadow crept up the wall and you grew tall.
Nobody can see my name on me.My name is insideand all over me, unseenlike other people also keep it.Isn't my name magical?