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Wednesday, 11 February 2015

My brothers cricket

I remember the smell of rancid dog poo through the long green

grass;  it was smudged through all of it.

I remember the sound of mum and dad slowly slurping


I remember the flaming sun burning on my skin,

so hot that I could roast  marshmallows on it.

1 comment:

  1. Well done on getting your blog underway for 2015. I am looking forward to reading more. Mr A.