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Down the Green Barrel of a DaffodilIain BrittonStaring down the green barrel of a daffodil It's spring and this hillside I smell the soft dark earth rising. The moist by animals, the tramping of people faxed straight from Calcutta Who's plucking out the eyes of Gaza now? A man hands out religious leaflets on politics don't muck about with your daughters/ don't publicly play with your balls. Be strong. He rides his hog up the hill Sundays are definitely for stretching necks peaceful addictions, for amongst these the ghetto-blasting streets, the garden din I walk with a girl picking moments is occupied by someone other than myself – I grasp at chunks of morning stillness.
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