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I can seer the babooms calling high in the canopy of lift. ‘Babooms? you mean gaboons, man, those other they live low unlike our mated sopranos.’ I am switching through the unmarked channels, searching for radio terrestrials or the likeness of the Big Baboom. As above so below, runs the motto of the Primate Scream Show. -- David Joseph Bircumshaw ** Website and A Chide's Alphabet http://www.staplednapkin.org.uk The Animal Subsides http://www.arrowheadpress.co.uk/books/animal.html Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/david.bircumshaw twitter: http://twitter.com/bucketshave blog: http://groggydays.blogspot.com/ Leicester Poetry Society: http://www.poetryleicester.com