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The Portrait
I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching..
A face of youth,naive and innocently juvenile..
A face of graceful countenance,the smile so alluring..
I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching..
There came a day the face changed its contours taciturningly..
The knowing wise look, so dark and sensational .
I hung the portrait on the wall and stood watching..
Face ,a proj...
Thursday 4th April 2019 7:39 pm
Ode to a friend
There's many a thing could be said about a man,
who practices the guitar whilst taking a dump.
A guy who sits between two parked chairs,
playing pool drunk,
then slumping to the floor comfortably numb.
Bathroom antics are this man's speciality,
best friend and lover with the bog brush,
his bed the floor.
His cosy duvet cover is the bath mat,
and the toilet for a pil...
Wednesday 4th November 2015 8:04 pm
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