We thought Tykey,
The Realm of the Tykes,
enthralled only sly, stray dogs,
curs,
the rough-mannered,
small children,
Yorkshiremen
and R.Cs Downunder.
We fooled ourselves
that angels exist.
We all
are in Tykehood's thrall.
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