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Morning Songs (01.02.2006)
the sudden keening
of my father having forgotten
he put the kettle on
and a quick squeal
when he twirls my mother round the kitchen,
her sock feet inches above the linoleum;
"i knew you were coming," she tells me,
"when i heard your father bark
like a babboon."
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the first poem of the year. kind of silly.