If I had to relive my childhood

If I had to relive my childhood
All over again
I would prefer to die laughing
On a mountain made of shop dummies
Gorillas and Herman Goering’s

From the whiteness of any eye
A million rhododendron seeds
Blow into the wind
Across a Welsh valley
That resembles an apple pie crust

There are so many images
Coming through the wall
Like a hailstorm

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