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    Poetry, Sea Monkeys

    I borrowed In the Kingdom of the Sea Monkeys: Poems from a book display at the library one day, just because I’m superficial and judged it by its cover and weird title… a title which invoked childhood memories of a severe let-down back when sea monkeys were all the rage and I realised that the actual things looked more like floating parasites than a mer-monkey. But I digress. I’ve never taken to poetry – you know the kind – a jumble of words you have to look up in the dictionary pieced together in some sort of unfathomable fashion that follow no rhyme nor reason to a pleb like me.…