I've been scribbling again...
Poems in 140 characters or less...
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peacock perks
petty philpot
pickard plows pool
vortigen vowles
waggott waggitt
field forrest
geare gill
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bouncing blue stripe
haloed white
from tree to grass
into flight
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the parka is off now
is the bra strapping
green knit
as she warms
through the sunday paper
to the diets and holidays
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they perhaps don't notice
the slowness
a need not to hurry
stroll from the shoulder
for a bench
by the flower beds
and the reddening neck
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sun warmed air
stretches flick flacked
as a bike freewheels
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I came to bradford as a refugee
from a country called england
through cracks in the shithouse wall
dandelions bloom
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washing the car
he strokes his chin
knows the lawn needs shaving
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peace:)
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