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To Ed What child were they When piercing squeal Grabbed the foreman by the ***** What child were they When putty tears Smeared and blobbed On the sheeting? Running from The construction pit The thrill of sand and truck Implodes. Metal **** makes decent scar That keeps the girls’ tongues a-wagging. ‘Always heed the ‘Keep Out’ signs,’ The stony man booms at the boy; ‘I told you not to wander where Granite pavement yields to digger.’ Years ago, that child, was I and Diggers now are doors and roofs; Then here, one day, my own boy falls, And blood comes oozing from elbow. Running from The construction pit The thrill of sand and truck Implodes. But, how should I, with damaged tools, Be the Grafter Dad He’s seeking?
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Oct 18, 2021
Oct 18, 2021 at 2:28 PM UTC
simon-piesse
Build Me Up
To Ed What child were they When piercing squeal Grabbed the foreman by the ***** What child were they When putty tears Smeared and blobbed On the sheeting? Running from The construction pit The thrill of sand and truck Implodes. Metal **** makes decent scar That keeps the girls’ tongues a-wagging. ‘Always heed the ‘Keep Out’ signs,’ The stony man booms at the boy; ‘I told you not to wander where Granite pavement yields to digger.’ Years ago, that child, was I and Diggers now are doors and roofs; Then here, one day, my own boy falls, And blood comes oozing from elbow. Running from The construction pit The thrill of sand and truck Implodes. But, how should I, with damaged tools, Be the Grafter Dad He’s seeking?
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