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Sport 43: 2015

Our Life Story

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Our Life Story

It was like we were starting over,
which we always were.
Smiles can be so misleading,
I realised in the Hall of Mirrors.
And luck. I threw a wet sponge

into the open mouth
of a mechanical clown.
Then we had to lug the soft toy,
which was no animal I recognised,
onto the Ferris wheel.

That’s where we named it.
The city lights looked so cool
and the fairground noise swivelled
up to us with such a marvellous sadness.
Everything was up for grabs.

Somehow, when we were trying to kiss,
Ferris went over the side.
He bounced once or twice
into the darkness and disappeared.
And that’s our life story.