BUBBLE WRAP
- Agnes Davis
- Dec 1, 2019
- 1 min read
Updated: Dec 2, 2019
The will of a little child smuggled
Across penalty lines
An ambition to stay on
A wrinkling worry
Spirit of vengeance
Whisper!
‘Gold me nor tif’
Mirrors of distant soil
Narrow your eyes
What’s mine is mine
What’s yours is still
Spirit of vengeance
Whisper!
‘Gold me nor tif’
The longest yard
Gasping strides
Unaffected drive
Spirit of vengeance
Whisper!
‘Gold me nor tif’
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