FOR ROBBO
Hold it up to the light
See?
That is what it looks like
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And if you turn it round and round
The shape remains the same
Like a plastic frog
In a running out bath
It can make you dizzy
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But the stillness is sweet when it’s over
Resting on a puddle of foam
Alright?
Got that?
Good, I’ve got to go
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There are things waiting to happen
And I have a train to catch
J.E.A WALLACE has been a hotel night porter, an abattoir security guard, and a barman in The House of Lords. Born and raised in England, he now lives and writes in New York City.
His work has been published right here in The Mystic Blue Review among many others.
You can read, hear and see more at jeawallace.com
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