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The hidden garden we played in was bordered in red brick.Crenellations of a faded fort,ivy-scattered and wing-aged.A Victorian garden.
I am the evil Slithermonchowchuck,I am afraid of no one (well almost no one).I munch on the marbles of lost lunatics,I nibble on the toes of Tyrannosaurus
I spied a small lonely boy.I was his beautiful red balloon,from morning through to noon,
I am on the bathroom floorscreeching,Tippi shaking me back into the world.
Why must we go to school, dad?Tell us, dear daddy, do.Give us your thoughts on this problem, please;No one knows better than you.
Behind youWindrush childpalm trees wave goodbye
above youWindrush childseabirds asking why
around youWindrush childblue water rolling by