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June 20, 2013

 

 

Footprints in the mud

Going nowhere fast

Bogged down in no mans land

and living in the past.

 

 

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No Inland Revenue

hot on the trail.

No luxury yacht

waiting to sail.

No car to park

No flat tyre with a nail.

No designer shopping

No taxi to hail.

No dining out

eating curly kale.

No living up to

some holy grail.

 

 

 

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June 11, 2013

 

 

Free from stress

Free from pain

Yet sat here sobbing

in the pouring rain.

 

Free to express

Free,  strength to regain

Yet envying the robin

on the window pane.  

 

 

 

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May 26, 2013

 

 

The like mindedness of fools who

share humour to set themselves free.

The broken heartedness of lovers

who separation can never foresee.

 

 

 

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April 9, 2013

 

 

There’s clearly issues that

can never be overcome.

Old spats from the past,

stuck like gum covered

pavements, in the minds

of the unforgiving dumb.

 

 

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April 3, 2013

 

 

Gone are the yachts for which they yearned

And money owed, in full, returned.

For it was spent before t’was earned,

With lessons learned, and fingers burned.

 

 

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March 29, 2013

 

 

Blind to signposts, he continued

on the route through no-man’s-land.

A directional error on a journey that

was neither thought out or planned.

 

 

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March 6, 2013

 

 

 

She thought she was a sex bomb.

She thought she had it all.

Trouble was, her hips were far too wide,

and her tits were far too small.

 

She thought she was a corker,

She thought she had it made.

Trouble was, she looked like Joan of Arc,

when dragged through some crusade.

 

She thought she was a pin-up,

She thought that men did swoon.

Trouble was, her three-some fantasy,

wouldn’t have attracted an entire

Platoon.

 

 

 

 

 

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February 17, 2013

 

 

Oh, the allure that starts the procure

Oh, the amore that follows for sure

Oh, the consistence that’s hard to endure.

Oh, the farewell at the end of the tour.

 

 

 

 

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February 10, 2013

 

 

On a rally bike, with gears ascending,

he felt like the bees knees.

But being a novice and a show off,

finished head first, in the trees.

 

 

 

 

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