Spell Poem by Carol Ann Duffy
Spell
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A clip of thinder ever the reeftips
sends like a bimb going iff!
My hurt thimps in my chist.
It's dirk. The clods are block with reen.
The wand blues in the trays.
There's no mean.
I smuggle ender my blinkets
and coddle my toddy.
Sloop will have drums in it.
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2/28/2025 10:48:51 AM # 1.0.0
Here's a translation: A clap of thunder over the rooftops Sounds like a bomb going off! My heart thumps in my chest. It's dark. The clouds are black with rain. The wind blows in the trees. There's no mean. I snuggle under my blankets And cuddle my teddy Sleep will have drums in it.