* Jumping Puddles
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Terence George Craddock
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On a cool spring evening
saw cocooned young girl
skipping skipping skipping
while her mother's blood
was dripping dripping dripping.
Not mashed musky stench
stencil-plating failure foetus
plastering out psyche or aborted spleen.
But razored edge
editing adult life.
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