Underneath a Sky

Underneath a pale sky
that Lakeland Plastics could’ve made
I’m just trying to get my baby to sleep

It isn’t cold outside,
but I’m too warm underneath my bobbled fleece
her head bobbling at my chest

Walking into town, quietly
singing ‘Twinkle twinkle little star…’
underneath a plain white sky

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