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Ferguson’s Formulaic Form
In this little box no bird can fly,
Where all children doomed to die
will cry and cry and cry and cry.
Put walls up around your thoughts,
Collect everything over which we fought
with deeds and cheese and forks.
Close the windows and doors tight,
Clatter down shutters to allow no light
to touch upon our subject’s flight.
Tether the animals, subdue the fires...
Saturday 7th October 2017 3:40 pm
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