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6 February 2016

9:00 AM

6 February 2016

9:00 AM

Was everybody scared?
Mum was, certainly.
Slip-clinging hold, respectability.
World-lost, he didn’t care,
Or didn’t cotton on.
He once broke out, performing memorably:
Reckless, and with aplomb.
Mistiming exquisite;
Turning their stomachs;
Master-class for me in how to flummox
Guests: it was The Visit.
Scented and Sunday-clad,
Teacups four-high, stacked,
And then paraded like a circus act

Mother pronounced him mad.
Kitchen philosophy,
The moment passed.

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