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I opened a book
and a hand fell out.
I turned a page
and heard a shout:
'I'm lost in a wood;
my mother's no good.'
I couldn't bear to look

Great Big Cuddle.jpg
Poem

Top button
Bottom button
Top button
Top.

Bottom button
Top button
Bottom button
Bop.

Poem

Hand on the bridge
feel the rhythm of the train.

Hand on the window
feel the rhythm of the rain.

Hand on your throat
feel the rhythm of your talk.

Poem

The seagulls think we live at the seaside:
the tower blocks are their cliffs;
they swoop for fish in the gutter
but are happy that it's last night's fried rice.

Poem

The space is a friend.
I tell it what hurts.

I tell it why I'm not good.
The space is a friend.
I tell it the bother I'm in.
It won't let me tell lies.

Poem

Tippy-tappy
Tippy-tappy
Tap, tap, tap.

Nippy-nappy
Nippy-nappy
Nap, nap, nap.

Stippy-steppy
Stippy-steppy
Step, step, step.

Jelly Boots Smelly Boots
Poem

Welly boots

smelly boots

fill them up with

jelly boots

 

Welly boots 

smelly boots

see them on the

telly boots

 

Great Big Cuddle.jpg
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A mango met a mango
And they started to tango
In the market not far from here.

Now we all do the tango
What a fandango!

In the market not far from here.

Jelly Boots Smelly Boots
Poem

Words are presents

that we give to each other.

You to your sister,

me to my brother,

your friends to you,

you to your friends,

on and on and on,

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In the beginning was the word
and the word is ours:

the names of places,
the names of flowers,
the name of names,
words are ours.

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