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Nov 2012
The Lead School is almost draping over the Highway,
they laughed at the boy who fell behind
printed words and pointed letters,
it felt like suffocation,
young almost cubs, but they knew how to hurt
then an instinctive kick in retort
gave exaggeration flourish -
brought the flesh and shin back
and they bemused equivocalness.
topaz oreilly
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topaz oreilly  england
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