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My Sister's Gone Missing
My sister’s gone missing.
She’s not in her cot.
She was there yesterday
but today she is not.
Today there is someone
I don’t recognise –
she has different hair,
and dissimilar eyes.
She seems slightly bigger.
Her clothes aren’t the same.
Perhaps this is all
a mysterious game.
It could be a strange kind
of practical joke,
a trick that is played
on susceptible folk.
However, I think
that I’m onto it, maybe –
my own mother said
she was changing the baby.
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