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milk bottles

Glass-blown container,

glugged full of milk,

Neatly discarded on doorstep.

Anticipating rush

from gluttonous infant,


in too-thirsty gulp.

Moistened gullet

must practise restraint.

Two fingers

in mouth

should do it,

Gentle bottle-stopper,

Succulent pacifier.


and thinned

under sun,

Forming curdled layer

of skin,

Unfit for consumption,


a glum pool

Of lactated glue.

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