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Are you out there Darren Buffin?
At first I think he has straw in his hair
but looking closer I see that
the layer of plastic colour has weakened,
split, let the white card show through
in tiny patches of lightening.
They've been taking this photo out
for thirteen years now, touching his face
with the tips of their thumbs. |
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| I first felt fired up by poetry at school, seeing the relish with which our English teacher read the word ‘naughty word ’ in a Philip Larkin poem and falling in love with Edward Thomas. |
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