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Monday, 25 March 2013


A first draft.

The Boy can dress because the Boy will grow out of it.
Cross-dressing as a childhood phase,
Choices not made nor embraced.

Snow drifts cover roads,
Salt and earth mar yellow and black.
Diversion: all traffic right.

Path less travelled, a fork in the road;
No night-time spoon, an empty drawer.
Think! Don't drink and rive.
Free recovery: await rescue.
Tiredness can kill: take a break.
Slow! Reduced visibility.
Motorways merge, keep left.

Crusts make your hair go curly;
Sugar and spice but nothing nice.
Transition a verb from one to the next.

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