Margaret Alice Poems

When I was small, life was a fairy tale,
I read a lot, and when I did not, played
make-believe games, changing into
all kinds of beings
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Little Kewpie Doll in his mother’s arms, little
body square, gurgling as he looks at me, only
six months old I’m told, adorable as can be
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Marching everywhere, wearing military shoes,
knowing every gesture I made conveyed infor-
mation, under constant observation by KGB
spies and enemy groups
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(Revised)

‘I can replay your laughter in my mind
and so will have it with me always’ the
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Dancing in the dark,
guided by the music,
following directions
that give the dance its
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The crocodile is smiling,
life is all beguiling while
reading the true story of
the greatest cataclysm to
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Feeling the familiar comfort of
mystery words flashing in front
of me, safely ensconced in the
magic of the theories contained
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Mood Clothes 1.

Reading science fiction furtively
“This Place Has No Atmosphere”
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Writing a story about
a sweet person, looking
at my friend Carolyn,
she is my model - her
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‘n Feëtjie dans ligvoets omheen, dartelend en vrolik,
was die visbak, sing sorgelose liedjies saam met haar
ma, lag guitig vir haar pa en raak skoon stuitig wanneer
haar gunstelingprogramme verskyn op TV
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