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Five crab apples for squirrels
With half crazed eyes
And unswept leaves in my garden

Car horns squeak on street corners
Honked by time starved mums
Belted kids squeezed into the back

We mind wet stairs underground
We mind the gap
And mind the squeeze of strangers

Now too big to hold his hand
And blazer too small
I squeeze one shoulder gently

Always look for the good in others
I'd like to say to him
Not - have a nice day - at the gate


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