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  • The Inside edge

    On the inside edge of a book of poems, a line scribbled while travelling:
    ‘who do you write those poems in English , for?’
    Lately the mother tongue has been twisting words around
    into lines that recall songs heard in grandmother’s courtyard.
    Or overheard while playing hopscotch in a language
    I never really learnt.
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