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May 2015
“Ooooh! ”
“Ooooh! ”

Radio singing to
itself continuously

though there is
no one

to listen
except  some

coffee cups
(one overturned)  

& some soggy
Tiramisu.

The radio sings
supremely

unable to control
itself.

Meanwhile
halfway across town

& just
(in time)  

...baby is
born.

“My baby love...
...my baby love! ”

The radio sings
to anyone

who will listen.
Donall Dempsey
Written by
Donall Dempsey  Guildford
(Guildford)   
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