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Two boys too big to play with two teddies Hang them by the neck from an open window Like windless kites they scut and skitter Bouncing tummies and bummies
The two boys don’t care that their pop eyes Bird strung and flutter mandarin and black On filaments till their heads roll and
stuff comes out.
The two teddies draw figures with their feet Torvill and Dean we shall liken them
They glance with their plug chain beads at The sky the floor the floor the sky
“A wonder, what nursery is this where we fly till the cow jumps the dish runs
and our heads spin like tops till stuff comes out.”
December 2, 2014