MaryJane Hoey

The Hiding Game (Virgin)

Where shall i hide you?
I've spent to much time weighing the stones,
To put you under them and not worry how you will be crushed.
I pocket you,
With my small change and photo dockets,
And prey that the holes are the size that i believed them to be,
How they swallow you how you love them.
I bring you out sometimes,
to chew on the table legs,

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