Maggie 18

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But I’m eighteen tomorrow

be nice to me

you’re being horrible –

I don’t really feel eighteen

so immature, naïve in many ways

isn’t it horrible to think

I’m eighteen tomorrow –

You must be nice to me

it’s my birthday


I’m eighteen.

Don’t be so nasty –

I’m strong you know

I took five boys on

one day –

I’ve got the bruises

But don’t be –

oh, Malcolm

you are horrible

being nasty when

it’s my birthday tomorrow.

Speaking with eyes

laughing and weeping –


trying to be happy –

Smiling sweetly

Informing me she’d cry

in a minute –


she’s eighteen tomorrow.

Malcolm Evison

1965 – rediscovered & slightly amended 220216

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