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Please Mrs ButlerThis boy Derek DrewKeeps copying my work, Miss.What shall I do?
What's it about then?
It's about the tapestry of moments, woven of a thousand threads.
How many books have you written?Have you been writing for years?Where do you get all the paper?Where do you get your ideas?
in a bunker
somewhere in the world,
there are man-made nuclear weapons with
enough destructive power to decimate
We goin' on a school trip today,De whole class goin' to Whitney Bay,Ah teckin' me ball an' bat with meTo play beach cricket, an' let me see,
Back at school tomorrow.
Not tomorrow!One more day off please.I'm sick.I'm not ready.I haven't done my homework.
Eyes as wide as continents brim wih the water between.
Seeks a different future. Looks back on what has been.
Mouth seeks another language. Shapes a different air.
After the fiftieth insult -
the school bag down the toilet, the stifled
giggle-whisper that hung like a smear on the air -
she suddenly saw
is a corny-joke-cracking
with reddish Mohawk
who wears funny T-shirts
and high top Converse sneakers.
She didn’t call for me as she usually does.I shared my crisps with someone else.
I sat with someone else in assembly.She gave me a funny look coming out.