(Junior school in the 1950s)
in outrage stare, o the tutting window where,
kissing boys hard on the boiler room steps,
the girls squeeze away their school-time crushes,
in a golden blur, and hot in ruby flushes,
that will last these pinafore wives,
and their vainglorious lover boys,
to the very end of their very tiny lives.
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