In your old nursery
we ride the rocking horse
of your childhood
...
A dreamt dream
(but not fully spent)
a little love
...
'Let's do id! '
she always said
(instead of 'it! ')
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Sitting on the fence
tendrils of wisteria
kidnapping the sun
stuff it into a dark cloud
...
The sun is
preaching her sermon
to the town
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SCIENCE REVISION
They had all seen
the water
...
You shout
& I watch your mouth
move in silence
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Dún do shúile
(Close your eyes)
Codail go lá...mo ghrá séimh.
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