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We, humans, like to pick at things. We pick our noses, we pick at our food. We pick each others’ brains, and then we pick some more. Pick at our clothes, pick at the flaws, Pick at beneath, pick with our claws Pick and prod and punch and poke. ‘Til nothing remains, our fingertips sore … Continue reading



I want to be airlifted Up, up, up and away into the sky Higher than the trees, the buildings, the everything Further up into the ocean above   I want to be wheelbarrowed Scooped up like ice-cream Vanilla, of course And perhaps a dash of chocolate too   I want to be lifted Not like … Continue reading