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Dense

There's a density to my son
That surprises.
Outside he's all blonde fluffy chick hair, duckling smiles, and velveteen skin.
But pick him up and he's a condensed brick,
A silver chunk with 10 kilos on the side,
A car crushed into a cube.
You could probably use him to anchor a ship
But please don't.

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Oxbridge Interview

I wasn't from the right school,
Or even the right class.
Hoity toity, la-di-da,
Shove it up your arse.

Eleanor Rycroft

If you have any thoughts on these poems,  Eleanor Rycroft  would be pleased to hear them.

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