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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
Beaten By The Belle
Of a sudden I see stars
I can barely utter a vowel
I'm down on bended knee
Trainer threw in the towel
That's what Bertha did to me
Her beauty rained right hooks
Love peppering me with jabs
Knocked out cold by her looks
She didn't pull her punches
Her uppercuts thrown at will
She trapped me on the ropes
Bertha's big punches can kill
They carried me...
Tuesday 10th November 2020 10:29 am
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