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Binned
once shoes went to cobblers
new valves a radio renewed
cut-throat razors stropping
nappies boiled then brewed
now artefacts come and go
we exploit them every day
serve a purpose then gone
discards, just thrown away
are us people any different?
used and then tossed aside
minds or bodies plundered
left weeping, hollow, dried
poets call it romantic l...
Monday 1st February 2021 10:40 am
A Wholesome Girl
Many times he'd been round the block
To prove it he still had the scars
He'd mixed with a host of bad women
Yet even now he aspired to the stars
A wholesome girl was what he wanted
He needed someone clean and refined
Not the hard types that had fleeced him
The worn-out bodies his had entwined
Then he met Martha who wore no perfume
Her contours she carefully dis...
Saturday 11th July 2020 11:06 am
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