Tuesday, August 10, 2010

#4 Poetry shared via blog is like linguistic porn


Thoughtfulness invades as I stare at children.
Sun may be defrosting but it doesn’t make the scene any warmer,
crusty leaves rain over Ilam Primary -

let’s climb a tree and play the kung fu game!
I like that game, Jenny made it up yesterday, I love her,
or we could make those angels out of tissue again!

- I don’t want to remember anymore, I want to be there.
You need to come back with me, because children shouldn’t play alone

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