Wol’s nephew had found a piece of torn paper in the Wood, which said ‘Truth is…’ and took it back, rather wet and smudgy, to Wol.
Word got around that Wol’s nephew, who was learning to read, had asked Wol what came next… However, most of the Animals were not very interested, as they went about their busy lives.
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I’ve never owned a teddy bear (aw…)
my parents read the child-rearing bibles
of the time, maybe that’s what it was
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Watch them closely.
Your greater life depends on this.
See their bodies, watch their faces,
listen to their sound, which is
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Suppose the Greeks were right –
that, though some of us
may seek to climb Olympus
(the rocky scramble exhilarating
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'The British elections are not firing the voters,
since they don't trust politicians any more...'
cor stone the crows!
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This bloody poetry writing - it's like rock-climbing -
who asked you to, anyway?
who needs it?
why can't you be just like everyone else -
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I read a rare truth
in the news today
no evidence has been found
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The joy of truth is
that it can be funnier,
crazier,
than fiction.
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Imagine yourself -
yourself, to imagine –
this dream; dream
this imaging:
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Waiting for the train, listening
to the blackbird singing
across the railway line
I whistled a musical game with it
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