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| Jan/Feb 2006 • Poetry • Special Feature |
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| Jan/Feb 2006 • Poetry • Special Feature |
Oliver Twisted
When I think orphanage,
I think browns and greys,
I think pine trees
and tv trays,
I think
vile-green
afternoons,
I think
tattered trousers,
un-funny cartoons,
I think eggshell porridge
from a heavy cup,
I think
kids who snack
but never sup,
I think someone
summoning rage,
I think someone
in a souped-up cage.
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