Tuesday, 10 June 2014

From Earlier

Rummaging through the past in order to clear some of it out, I came across a booklet I made at primary school entitled 'My Family'. Tells it like it was - well, mostly.

My brothers. Without ears or necks.
'My Self' - the details. 
Happily for those around me, I no longer play the violin. Or eat baked beans. 

Self portrait with strange grey hair, pox-like freckles and many flowers.

A frank, unsentimental appraisal of my mum.  
Nearly all of what I wrote was the truth. Honest.

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