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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=547780" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Californian Poppy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">My mother wore Woolworth's perfume<br>	Californian Poppy sweet and heavy<br>	Soir de Paris heady in the afternoons<br>	<br>	Her evening spent with my baby brother<br>	in the nursing chair<br>	its low legs concealing the runt puppy<br>	our fingers itched for</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	Ce soir mon frere ne mange pas<br>	Born after a fall on the beach<br>	after the Irish Ginger Women put her fist<br>	right through our front door glass<br>	he wasn't sure about life</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	Delivered into my drawer in summer<br>	he had a winter skin For years<br>	when the week-long vest was changed<br>	he wore his clean one on top</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	When mother hauled him up<br>	for inspection she also found<br>	two jumpers two shirts two pairs of socks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	He cried a lot more than the runtish puppy<br>	Wouldn't eat Couldn't sleep<br>	If chips and Heinz Baked Beans<br>	and sweets had not existed<br>	he'd have died</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	My mother did not lead a Californian Life<br>	Her flowers were the weeds that grew<br>	a tree lupin split by Mrs Riley<br>	and one glorious summer the blue and pink<br>	of cornflowers from the packet I bought<br>	for her birthday Something right</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	She didn't know about Paris<br>	Her evenings were spent sitting at home<br>	three of us asleep upstairs</div><div style="margin:10px 0">	My brother in her lap she gazed<br>	at smoky flickers of dying firelight<br>	as the slack in sugar bags collapsed<br>	Wondered if my father would come home</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> 12Aug1996 CPR</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Charlotte+Peters+Rock">Charlotte Peters Rock</a><div class=q>
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	Californian Poppy sweet and heavy
	Soir de Paris heady in the afternoons
	
	Her evening spent with my baby brother
	in the nursing chair
	its low legs concealing the runt puppy
	our fingers itched for

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