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Suzanne Verrall

First Memory


I fell from my mother’s 

womb into a box 

full of blind 

mewling kittens


it was like being thrust 

into that gang of 

crying kids too short 

to ride the rollercoaster 


all wailing so loudly 

you could almost 

not hear what the bad people 

were doing in the car park 

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