Poetry

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Kind Thoughts a Stripper

We allowed her our back yard

to play in.  It was a game she played

alone with her child's used nappies.

 

We recognised her darkness

from a long way off, knew its intent;

constructed as swift as a spell

barriers of kind thoughts.

 

We watched her thin pretences fall away.

Her nakedness scared the dog,

attracted the devil's magpie.