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When I was a kid
dogs ran free
There were dogfights
Chow-chow and
Bonzo
On Mackie Hill
I used to fall a lot
My knees were always skinned
Little girls wore skirts
Whistling women and crowing hens
Come to bad ends
Gramma said, O
Anima, animus
I dreamt of her last night
And brushed my hair 100 times
(I'd visit her if she were here)
She told me to each night
There was terror
Lest we forget
The boys tied a donkey
In the path of the lava/slag
They dumped each night
From the copper mine
Which killed Bill.