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hide and seek
hide and seek
one thousand and one
one thousand and
my head pressed against the bark
on the tree by the pond side
where the ducks quack back
at the boy with the ball
whose dreams are
not yet fully formed
two one thousand and three
one thou
sat by the brown muddy water
with schoolbooks spilling from bags
a kiss on the cheek
and we carve ...
Wednesday 3rd April 2019 12:30 pm
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