Oh at first sight
He was an old man
Tufty and snuffling
A Benjamin Button of a thing
And what does he care for owt
But milk and company
Or to be booteed
And then eyes open
Those new lagoons of his
Deep and unknowable
Winning marbles, dobbers
And there was familiarity
And a feeling that he understood
Or was acutely aware
Of more than me
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