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my son was learning to ride his bike with no air in the tyres
I hadn't noticed.
Neither had he.
No one had said anything.
Then mum took note.
Black spaghetti round the wheels.
Where the lord's supper meets the road.
Watching your child on a bike
Crumpled suits and sweat-stained collars
Wake me up when I want to wake up
I am without weapons
I need to be rugby league braver
Banjo string vulnerable
A toddler was coming to visit our home.
My son told me he was worried she would be scared.
He will do alright in life.
Copyright ©
Christopher Allen
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