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From Old Hat: A Book of Triolets by Mark Pirie

Margaret Mahy (1936-2012)

Margaret Mahy lived merry;
Her words were magical, fairy:
A lion roamed in a meadow...

Margaret Mahy lived merry;
With hat, wig, almost Bad Jelly.
Children loved her; she was fairy.

Margaret Mahy lived merry;
Her words were magical, fairy.

The White Stripes

The White Stripes, man, they just come to play.
   No set list. Anything can happen.
They create, don't need to fabricate.

Red, black and white; they come to play.
   Meg and Jack. Anything can happen
With Jack's old guitars; hard to tune in.

The White Stripes, man, they just come to play.
They create, don't need to fabricate.

(After watching the film, Under Great White Northern Lights, dir. Emmett Malloy, 2010)

© 2012 Mark Pirie























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