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Don Pearson

Rookie - 0 Points (12/01/1950 / England)

Bird


(For Julia)

He used to sit in the trees
in Park Road,
singing to the old gods
close by the gate to Chiswick House.

He wore his albinism with panache,
unconcerned that,
whatever they allowed elsewhere,
in this well-mannered part of London
blackbirds were expected
to make every effort to be black.

Submitted: Saturday, July 13, 2013
Edited: Monday, July 28, 2014
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22nd April 2013

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