to take them up on the downs
for games with sticks.
Their eyes follow me round the room.
When I reach for a book
they hang their heads in shame.
I took them to the outskirts of town
and opened the car door.
By the time I reached home
they were waiting on the doorstep for me.
Whatever made me think
I could live without them?
- Hugo Williams
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