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CousinMy Cousin values his independence but his burnt-out crashed Renault Clio is still in my aunt's garden. While he waits for my uncle to fix the cheap broken engine, he slurps his seven-cubed tea from his tankard and boastfully talks about his other car; the big one with the platinum wheels and the leather seats stuffed with peacock feathers. He enjoys this. He hates them at his house 'They're stupid,' he says as he picks from the cake auntie baked for him. 'They're so old fashioned. They get in the way. TheyCousin


Canst thou see me, Father?Canst thou see me, Father? My face hath been as though carved in rock printed upon thy sky. Mine eye doth survey all in hands I clasp a holy grail in neon; Cleopatra's asp.Canst thou see me, Father?


He's a Daffodil on TuesdaysHe’s a daffodil on Tuesdays when the black sun rises over Monday’s hills and the Lazarus of two weeks last Thursday takes a hundred horsepower.He's a Daffodil on Tuesdays
He’s a daffodil on Tuesdays and he clutches the almond petals of this Sunday just gone by as he watches from mountain walls and laments four o’clock.

'where aren't we going?'
xo!
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Rumble, Lazer beak, do your worse, the Autobots must pay!
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