Laugh At Their Play

from Nobody on a Monday by James Jefferys

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James Jefferys - Laugh At Their Play

Children in the boundless distance
Gamble over new-mown grass
Slipping free from old assistance
Of sisters, teachers and the rest of the class

They pluck peonies and pick pretty pansies
In the perfume of perfect noises,
A cross-pollination of mingling senses
The flowers of Spring and all the young voices

It wouldn't even cross your mind
To laugh at their play

A single plume of coal-black smoke
Juts up behind the hill
And finds the time to splash the highest spires
Of the oasthouse and the mill

Clouds from returning Dandies
Is not a lot to covet
In tangos into the school grounds, but
The kids think nothing of it...

It wouldn't even cross your mind
To laugh at their play

Can you think of anything else
That'd never cross your mind?
A kestrel on fire
Or a mountain crying
A house telling a lie...
A house telling a lie...
A garden saying something that isn't true
A family selling a falsehood
A family selling a falsehood

It wouldn't even cross your mind
To laugh at their play

A family selling a falsehood...

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from Nobody on a Monday, released August 18, 2015

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