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Do my ears look big in this? You’d tell me if they did, Right? Cause my forearm clashes with my pants. ...
little girl sweeps herself across the park a pretty burn of yellow cloth ...
The lights in the street are gold or white or blue.
The primitive grass says nothing of what’s to come. ...
We have velvet theories about boys becoming men, the mysteries of plumbing ...
Outside the Library, the pigeons do to Redmond Barry what Ned Kelly never could.
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After twighlight,
At her desk,
She ponders the implications of signing in crayon..