you were hardly seven
amusing me with heaven
with your success in tricking
me with a hilarious scarecrow
that Tina, our pet dog
mistook for a prowler
in our garden of shoe-flower
barking loud with fear
at a scarecrow with shoulders straight
wearing your torn frock for dress
and a curd-pot for head with face
chalked on it, your first artistic creation
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