Empty news goes on and on, my dead child
Causes pain. She does not laugh. She is no angel.

Those who head back into work out of work speeches convince
Those speeches down the Hall
Down to the grass courts out of the courtesies
It is background
It is down to the candy floss
Up the street to lime trees
Up to the gallery
Oil, fish, oil, car, oil, bat, cricket, oil.

Fed her, slow oil, home car, salad oil, daughter love.
Sleep babŷ.


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