Poem -

mine

mine

raw onion, cheese
two slices of bread
 make me snap! 
make it yourself
why don't you Daddy
I'm busy plaiting my hair
can you see Im going out
with Johnny ..
but I will put it up
two slices of bread
cheese, raw onion

raw onion
tears to tears
I would make that snap
without a murmour
so dearly now,  
but what trickles 
is real not induced
stuff Johnny has been never was
gone in  passed years
for my lovely daddy
a true collier

 

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