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Outcrop This soon to be the heir to The skin stretched camping chair The wanderer above the lakes Cuts a distinctive figure Upon a dry-stone wall Plastic adventurer’s camera in hand Arise sir win-a-lot Reborn without cuticles Magnificent in discreet isolation Child man elect Ribbing the yellow gardens Of dawn’s early sitting Soot settling on your cheeks You will wipe that smile Off the escarpment’s Skittering fossil face Skimming one for luck Out of the corner of your Daddy’s eye For you are the daddy Now and forever There’s no going back No looking down The view churns over leaf Bite sized reminders On the back of your hand You feel held Back and back we go Are we there yet?