So that I would not live alone,
My parents thought I should be a clone.
They cloned at first two then four,
Then they cloned just four more.
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At the footbridge where we would stand,
Watching steam trains, hand in hand.
The whistle blew, we shrieked with fright
And waved with excitement and delight,
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Nothing disturbed the tranquil air,
The tick, tick of the time-worn clock.
The sitter in the wooden chair
Not hearing the gentle, gentle knock.
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Lead by unseen hand through watery forest,
Drifting silently among sunken glades
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No shadows cross this dampened land
No blue fills the hidden sky.
A dog's bark in the muted distance sounds
As you and I go, silently, passing by.
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From whispering voids in darkened caverns made,
A million shining sprites and a million more
Dancing phantoms in playful flow cascade
In sparkling chaos to the valley floor.
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In cold, silent night with star filled eyes,
Austere Winter ascends her icy throne
And sternly rules under polar skies.
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Value the industrious bumble bee
Working all of the teeming daylight hours.
Fertilising crops for you and for me,
Taking pollen from the sunlit flowers.
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