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I've been scribbling again...

Poems in 140 characters or less...


the beauty of a poem
lies no in what we see or taste or feel
none of that is real
- but what is left behind


there ain't no point complaining
that you was the one what's frit
you scared my blooming life out
you red headed wing'd git


that flickering of water
free to run down hill
chattering on grass and stone
in defiance to be still


I'm really very happy
in fact I'm cock-a-hooper
   that labour has lost it's balls
   and now he's mr cooper



The Blue Book

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