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If Only

If only we could get along

As neighbours, lovers and as friends;

To learn to sing each other’s songs,

And join hands as the world intends.

 

Some obstacle stands in the way

Of life in harmony and peace;

The children of all nations play,

But come adulthood this will cease.

 

For once toy guns and catapults

Are swapped for a more strong-armed state,

There seems to...

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Peacelove

Square Root

The sweaty boy lay on the beach;

‘You stink’, his girlfriend said.

But when awaking later on,

They sensed a world expired,

Where everyone was dead.

 

There was the sea, of course;

But, in truth, there was no sea.

Just their memories of water.

 

They longed for yesterday’s comforts:

When the old priest cackled and quacked,

Two lovers quarrelled beneath the pines

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Lovelost youth

The Ants

She flaunted her quiet little lover,

Who made no fuss and took out the empties;

Hopped off the bus with a spring in his step

And provided the paradise she craved.

Her friends would say: ‘she looks so much better’.

But now he has left, she sits, immobile,

And when she moves, she spreads herself too thin,

Her cascade of tears moistening the street;

Bereft of all sympathy, exc...

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Love

Last night, through the window

Last Night, through the Window

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a train;

But I am far from the railway.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a plane;

But I am far from the airport.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard a bus;

But I am far from the road.

 

Last night, through the window,

I heard an owl;

But I am far from the woods.

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