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two mother ones
inventory
of you
the
book of mother was and did
so
many things piled
each
a decision
up
for
once
proud
twice
shy
smitten
with
the tooth
that
sine qua non
of
pirate you
Bob's
your uncle
the
nursery rhyme with
things
people won't say anymore
so
much hidden away
the
cupboards
and
the table tops
once
part kiss
and
arms to hold
like
Billy-o
mares
eat oats and does eat oats
a
clever quip you were
now
so much underwear
o
toreador, don't spit on the floor
snatch
song from inside out the air
wise
saws, most inherited
were
gold were then
grandfather
said
wash
hands before and after reading
and
go outside to play
seen
and not heard
some
unworthy half thought
formed
from a bigoted age
becomes
a hunch, takes hold
in
absence of
little
lambs eat ivy
don't
bite
don't
give them the satisfaction
the
mad woman's washing
was
always hung straight
and
motherhood
let's
not forget
that
was a statement she made
all
bags to Vinnies now
but
let me make you once-was
tuck
cosy into that
I
dream old friends back to life
won't
you come home Bill Bailey?
and
nothing to mar our joy
I
dreamt the milk was off
I
couldn't smell it though
webster
pack
what
day is it today?
how
many in the week?
this
one for pain
and
here's the clock stop
for
the heart
and
for the blood
this
one cause you're too sweet
words
will no longer be spelt
or
what you call it
blister
whole
month here
this
one with water
this
one with wine
down
you all go
I'm
young when once
why
not?
what
if a month is Sundays
what
if a blue moon
once
upon
having
survived amazement
run
the machine
the
sun is shining
swallow
these down
and
live
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