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Adrian Mitchell

BEATTIE IS THREE

BEATTIE IS THREE

BEATTIE IS THREE

At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand.  O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.
Adrian Mitchell

Adrian Mitchell

(Verenigd Koninkrijk, 1932 - 2008)

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BEATTIE IS THREE

At the top of the stairs
I ask for her hand.  O.K.
She gives it to me.
How her fist fits my palm,
A bunch of consolation.
We take our time
Down the steep carpetway
As I wish silently
That the stairs were endless.

BEATTIE IS THREE

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