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Continue reading →: Poem – How innocent questions can destroy your brainHow did you buy our house? She asked from the child seat, not really looking at me, Glazing out to the world As we rolled through traffic Simplifying I explained; By borrowing some money From the bank, And we pay it back for a long, long time Pause for thought…
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Continue reading →: Poem – George, next doorI’ve had some trouble lately, From the fella whose next door. I’m left depressed, Cause he’s obsessed, He’s a banjalleli bore I get no rest from this awful pest, Like thirty times this evening, He’s tapping on the windows asking If we want them cleaning I tried to share my…
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Continue reading →: A poem is a trainA poem is a train A poem is a train, Rhythmic lyrics hug together, passengers are words, stuck Grippling with their reservations, Strangers in the same space, Stacked in their seats, neat. Commas loiter in the aisles, A poet, inspects, strolls the stanzas, stamping lyrical travellers in to destinies The…
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