poem

there was a close he stood with trousers denim
a year he was still growing his eyes pure
bmx frow the scheme two man hunt lost years
wee staffy first flat a walk a wean wee buster
gang fight tae lost family tae pain tae repeat
a walk a mile a mile more his eyes he sees
walk
[my words lee smillie]

 

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