Via Christmas and birthdays we acquired
hankies with children's prints of rabbits, elves
and flowers, so thin they barely held much
of the undesired and unwanted in a blow.
They would make your pocket's wet, but not damp
like the letters we were forced to write
to say ungrateful thanks. Not like sleeves,
or the that bit of T-shirt reached with the nose
while riding one handed, preparing to jump
the angled kerb.
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