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Bucket and Spade (Childhood)
I recall the rain
Crying into my dreams
No charabanc for me
No trip to the sea
Squalling
The gusting wind scattered my broken heart
All ways like grains of sand
My bucket and spade
Laid
Hand in hand upon my bedroom floor
Friday 28th January 2011 1:58 pm
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