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Under the clouds , cloud face, we stand together with our cloud arms

Curtains made of orange rocks

Protector of starlings

Trolley fluff, butterfly dust

The winged giraffe of silverhill

Today your finese is done

Mums brown coat

The union of skirts

So many times i wish

A five minute lady

They wanted to be friends

Portrad as a moth balancer, she struggled to be anything else

When sand makes setees it eventually crumbles away

Whilst out shopping, she found a goose that spoke the truth

Magic boxes and wrenched out by the roots

Underneath the ever growing layers of her dress, only disturbed by her ever growing shoal of carp

The squat drawing and the journey of the portable telly

Fair isle and candy floss

Walking through the olden days, she dressed up in a leotard with badges

Yo yo championships

She would dream of a red setter twenty times

There's a lighthouse on your head Kat

Hairy truths, bound up tightly, not with lycra but with gosamer