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Sunday Mornings    mixed media
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What is dad looking at?

Quickly now! drain the blood before it goes cold.

The wind blows the leaves round the yard 

Crows peck at the puddings piled in the corner,

It'll soon be dinnertime my stomachs rumbling.

Roast beef and gravy will swill my plate.

Hurry up and saw that backbone.

Nana is waiting with the rope,

It's time to pull in the next lucky one,

Heave and pant, 

Down to the ring

Down to the ring

In it comes, the beautiful black steaming beast, 

with bulging, glaring eyes, bewildered and frightened.

I know what's going to happen,

I've seen it all before from my pushchair,

Dad, When will dinner be ready?

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