Pricked finger
By Robert Kingston
The colours are the first thing I remember, followed swiftly by
the sizes. How at times we would sift through the tin seeking to find a fix.
My younger brother, much to mum's disapproval thought to taste one once, through
his nose. I'll spare you the recovery details....
stitching time
to an old blazer
button moon
Copyright
Robert Kingston
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