A moon buggy made in silence.
I must quietly scrape-scrape
through loud Lego bricks
for that teeny-tiny
second red headlight.
I don't ever think of asking for help.
The old armchair has a hold
on Dad; he's watching The Six O'Clock News.
He'll get mad if he can't hear
about Nelson Mandela's birthday party.
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