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Like wiggly worms we were tied up in rubber knots sprung with playtime.
Under the bed
heavy with blanket dust heavy with breath of us little girls and boys.
On top our toys our bums below.
Sunlight clean cheeks dirty thoughts and knees Lone Ranger triggers and dolls and Tigger-
Like bouncy bounce bounce.
Bang it goes show Off our fun stops so Sudden we now know That girls below
Are not. No… Can’t say.
February 5, 2015