Tuesday, December 11, 2007

Brandon Comments

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One day, I took you to school on my shoulders, punch proud.
At first light, the heat was already as thick and itchy as wool,
and everything had the colour of a photo that has seen too much sun.
You swayed with the rhythm of my gait, little hands holding on
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Grahame Lockey
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