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Right now
Beans beans can form a part Of a childish rhyme Used all the time By my two boys But then they start To make that noise And my maternal heart Flips And my radar starts To spot those onlookers Allergic to farts.
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Boxed
A box can be a haven A shelter A home. But also it captures the spirit The wisps of self Collected in a pool. They should fly free, Be able to stand up for themselves. But sometimes they fall. Hard. Then the box welcomes. Then the box sighs. You could crawl inside and hide, Licking…
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Six weeks
The school doors at last are shut and locked up The alarm clock is quiet, we won’t get up For a while – tho’ the dawn chorus is loud, in full swing Nor will I be running wild, packing up the school things into bags, bleary eyed, rumpled, unironed, dishevelled. My sleep deprivation has a hope of…
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Fishy
I won a design competition! This is prize… A fish towel! My fish towel!! A tribute to Douglas Adams…
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Bag a prize
I’ve raved about the wonderous http://www.bagsoflove.co.uk and their digital printing service. I’m working on some fabric designs based on my house sketches at the moment and I have played with digital florals too. Well, they’ve just launched a competition which may be right up your alley, I know I’m having a go! The full details…