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Katie's 18th Birthday

Eighteen years of Katie Jane

Of disturbed nights

And days insane

Of pop socks swopped

For Gothic black

Of crockery

Stacked back to back

Of giggling

Behind bedroom doors

Of bulging drawers

And littered floors

Of powder round

The bathroom sink

Of carpet trails

With paint and ink

Of beds submerged

‘Neath soggy towels

Of cassette tapes

And Indie howls

Of music lessons

Fledgling art

Of saucer eyes

To melt a heart

Eighteen years of Katie Jane

And I would have them all again.

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