the clarion
little diddems

aah
poor little diddems
scared of desperate strangers

there
let little diddems hide
in mother black skirt blanket
until those nasty strangers go away

aah
poor little diddems
little diddems hide

whilst us grown–ups
negotiate these self–rescuers
enable their ventures
make our worlds rich





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