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Some footsteps along my own lifeline and coming of age and beyond
Raglan Castle Fish and chips Holidays in Wales Boating trips Styrofoam surfboards Mothers’ Pride The Hillman on Birdlip And queue behind
Saw and split logs Mackerel skies The Belt, the Lane Seven Rides Smelly old farm dogs Cats couldn’t care Fleas in the carpets Covered in hair
A finger beckons me, points to the lattice, the textures and spatial constraints, the nothingness and the everything without which there is what there was before my churning heart took to beating in these open fields and will be when the builder characterises my solitary little life. School days, steam trains Chuff on lines Kiss in tunnels Girls are mines Titillating territory To explore, to explode Sensational sensations But feeling like a toad
Bikes and puddles Satchels and guitars Homework, the wireless Life on Mars Piglets in bedrooms Cows in the barn Straw bales and tractors Flint Hall Farm
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