Frances May

Rookie (1991 / Wales, the land of sheep and strange accents)

Elegy To Lost Childhood - Poem by Frances May

the little things inside our heads
all seemed as real as rain,
knew nowt about taxation, mortgages or pain,
then they came and scooped them out.
monsters! from above
and fantasy was no longer truth
and we grew facial fuzz.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, April 10, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, September 12, 2008


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