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One was beautiful, silken hair to her waist
and dutiful, kept it neatly in place.
Please and Thanks were words she’d use.

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Miss Flotsam was my reception teacher.
She had travelled the world.
Brown hair turned golden
under distant suns,
clothes carrying colours
from countless corners of continents.

Let in the Stars
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Now the day is over,
you're lying in your bed
and cares are spinning endlessly
around your weary head.
Remember that the moon you see
is also shining down on me.

Great Big Cuddle.jpg
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Itty-bitty. Bat. Tittle-tattle. Tat
Shilly-shally. Shout. Dilly-dally. Out
Willy-nilly. Woo. Silly Billy. Boo!
Roly-poly. Rip. Pitter-patter. Pip

Great Big Cuddle.jpg
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Rumba
Ya-rumba
Rumba-rumba-bumba

Bumba
Ya-bumba
Bumba-bumba-rumba

Poem

My twin brother lives across the street,

once in a while, we meet to eat,

he listens to me, lets me talk,

doesn't complain and doesn't baulk,

Red Cherry Red
Poem

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 world
who could trace the edges of down under

Poem

My Gran was a Caribbean lady
As Caribbean as could be
She came across to visit us
In Shoreham by the sea.

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Here's my hat.
It holds my head,
The thoughts I've had
and the things I've read.

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This is my story.
It is mine alone because I am the one who needs
to tell it.
I am the one who is still here,
no longer stage right but

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