Poems in 140 characters or less...
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buttered grey stone
sounds poetic
- discombobulated -
too peripatetic
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the tree beside where I sit
- finally shows it's hand
as horse chestnut
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calling captain in the park
never has the lark
sung so sweetly
as the cry of goal
in last two at wembley
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he told me
he worked all hours
to spend his retirement
hiking those routes
that flashed past at work
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the goldfish turned white
on glenfiddich
lived two more years
never asked for change
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peace:)
The Blue Book
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