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when I was a little boy
I threw stones at the lamp-post
I won a red biro playing marbles

we sat on a wall sucking a Vimto lolly
I hid her earrings in the garden of the church
left her a love-letter under a brick
I should have been at Sunday school

when she asked me where I had been
I shook my head and went to my bedroom
watching imaginary trees tapping
at the window

when she asked again I still shook my head
that was just a response to her eyes
waiting like wilting buttercups
I was speechless

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