Tuesday 18 August 2009

One in 1461

This afternoon

in an empty house

I’m singing songs

and

 

‘Happy Birthday to You’

when my daft brain works out

how Andrew,

if

 

he had been born

one hundred and twenty

days earlier,

he

 

would be a leap year

boy and aged merely five;

which he does, indeed,

seem.


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