Pushing through the market square so many mothers sying, news had just come over we had …. years left to cry in.
News guy wept and told us I was really dying, cried so much his face was wet then I new he was not lying.
I heard telephones opera house favourite melody’s toys boys electric irons and tv’s my brain hurt like a warehouse it had no room to spare i had to cram so many things to store everything in there. And all th fat and skinny people and all the tall short people. And all the no body people I never thought I would meet so many people.