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The All Blacks by Robert J Pope

3rd Birthday Communal �Jazz� Poem: Scratch

1. When looking back choose your mirror well 2. This memory, I know, is less like a recording and more like Chinese whispers but still I replay it 3. Who scratched, who scratched, who scratched this surface? Shud-shudder-shuddering lined rep-rep repetition 4. Is it you, Lily, hiding again behind white linen corners of the laundry line? Your oboe voice criss-crossing time