I don’t know that I could look back
at me
shingles cut like boys pageboys
a very nice child
to grow up with
naturally
mostly
if I wanted to do a
thing I would do it
(parted my hair in several different places, that’s what hair’s for)
I’ve not much else to wish for
always the belle of the ball went to a dance always dancing all ways well-dressed always dancing not a lot else to do in my day dance bands danced
one girl was in love with my dance clothes
she tried to buy them off me
a golden colour
groomed and gold
a bit of Pond’s Cream for a nice complexion
it kept me from the vultures
Nora Brumham
2006
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