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The Giant's Of the wonder class With outstretched looking ears And pierced whistleblowers lips Never had a mother To sew their name into Their favorite clothes Or a home with a wardrobe to hang them in They were instead chosen to become The dead poet's and tortured artist's We recite today By speaker's corner At wakes and funerals On cold and grey rainy days Outside derelict building's Who's roofs were lost to german bombs We as children dared each other not to go into For fear of stirring up a hornets nest Of represed abandonment feelings Lest best we be remembered forgotten