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Hannah Thomas May 2014
You are
the sky to me
clear and bright and endless

You are
laughter to me
loud and happy and peeling

You are
sugar to me
sweet and small and fine

You are
the computers software to me
the Indiana Jones adventure to me
the pyjama-wearing Sunday to me

Comforting, Comforting

Stop hugging me, it’s annoying you said
In the style of Grace Nichols' "Praise Song for My Mother"

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