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Time took your love - now time will take its time.

'Move on', you hear, but to what howling emptiness?

The kinder place is closest to your dead

where you lounge in confident no-motion, no thought

of budging. Constant in analytic sorrow, you abide.

It even makes you happy when you're feeling blue.

Jump up, jump back. Flail on the spot.

I can disprove this 'moving on' nostrum.

Do the loco-motion in my living room.

This poem contains brief excerpts from the lyrics to 'The Loco-Motion', words and music by Gerry Goffin and Carole King, originally performed by Eva Boyd as Little Eva.

Little Eva

Denise Riley

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