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Jam On It (1949)
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Thin taste of it, spooned,
 1
a red trace marooned
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on snow white plates,
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dwarfed by grey National Health bread.
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“Lift your head.
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No sticky fingers on the bedstead.”
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“Bu..bu .but my mummy spreads it,
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cuts each slice without crusts.”
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Distorted face turned, mouth snapped shut,
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speechless like the Beadle, twisted soul,
 10
as he who dared asked for more.
 11
 
 
Clatter of sensible shoes faded.
 12
I cried for comfort, to be soothed.
 13
No one moved. One drawn out sigh,
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a voice called between cough.
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“No soft butter sonny, only hard marge.
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Think yourself lucky your home tomorrow,
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while I’m on my way to the Vale of Sorrow.”
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Next day his bed was stripped bare.
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28 Oct 10


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