Then
we were six
just
begun
hardly
new
not
quite
not
much
hardly
at fifty-four
I know
a child is
all
everything
everybody
always
full-selfed
filled up
world
sense
story
sing sing
singing
songs
rhymes
remember it?
play is working
working out
what happens
what might
shapes in felt
intact, the board
it grips, rough
fuzzy felt frame
last night Eeyore
was triumphant, dark
so not in character
shocked
he licked that honey
poor Winnie fell
pushed
Kanga complicit
a pink bird flew over
two clouds in the sky
this morning
its different
not changed as well
the honey circle
a honey cycle,
Eeyore and Winnie
rolling round the pot
pushing nuzzling
lifting with a toe
Kanga cheering
about to leap
a pink bird flew over
two clouds in the sky
six
fifty-four
tomorrow?
Fuzzy felt!
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