The kitchen smell of kitchen
Lottery
We buried him quickly in the dead of night
Bayonet
Laugh and the world laughs at you
Cuckoo
He is coming now, his feet heavy
A trick of the light
The farmer discovers the tractor
ONION
The train stopped not far from the station
Bluebells! Bluebells, bluebells.
MINE!
Like going downhill on a bicycle
I was fit then, lying out under the apple trees
and a rumour moved through us
CHINA
We go out to burn leaves
Lamb-white
I will build a small hut on an island
BLUE
The dust of too many closed mouths
We heard no drums, no piper
Drowning, not bothering to wave
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