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  • It’s Jean’s birthday Rita cried
    come and celebrate with her
    tonight; but its ten miles there
    and there’s no bus. I can take
    you in my truck said Gill, but
    you must lie down and be still
    so the police do not see us
    breaking rules audaciously.

    Lying like sardines in a tin
    looking up at the stars and
    giggling I feel excited and
    alive, bumping jostling into
    the night. Five of us on our
    way to the woods near the
    sea shore where magic exists.
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