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September 2019 Collage Poem: Out of Line
Don’t pick up hitch-hikers
Whether at high noon
Or covered in red petals and blood
Dreaming of American skies
Trusted positions to make you relax
Be careful not to mention the Karma Sutra
Or a mobile phone will ring
Or a bluebird sing
Basildon bonds & lined paper
Snowflakes fall between the lines, melting
Oh Walter, dear husband of mine
Stiff as...
Tuesday 10th September 2019 11:08 am
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