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Following Shaun's obsession with his new toothpaste earlier this week, 6 Music Breakfast's resident poet Murray Lachlan Young joined this morning with a poem about Tiny Pleasures. Pleasure in the tiny things Makes tiny things grow tiny wings Makes time and space expand and bend In a grain of salt on a needle’s end When the thought that you have Is the thought that you had At the end at the thought that you thought that you had Lies the tiniest gap from the thought that has been And the thought yet to come In the space in between And you sit in that gap Between this and that And it’s just you and you and that’s just where it’s at and the moment expands with no need of a plan And the space is the place That you hold in your hand. Then the moment is gone But it will come again For each thought has a start And each start has an end And the trillions of spaces That lie in between Awaiting creation And yet to be seen To expand and contract With the tiniest wings Come from pleasure you take in the tiniest things