 
							
					
															In Their Small Faces
she would do all she could so that her little coterie of sons would be always, always surrounded by fun, forever alive and ceaselessly in motion
 
							
					
															she would do all she could so that her little coterie of sons would be always, always surrounded by fun, forever alive and ceaselessly in motion
 
							
					
															the columns were already falling
 
							
					
															There were other days, days that came later. Days of tumbling and roaring, rolling and rollicking, bouncing and breathlessness.
 
							
					
															Stop thinking your wife is screwing the milkman. / There aren’t any more milkmen