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August Collage Poem: Speaking in Iambics
Waltmarie
The fallen unpeopled hallways of life
Do you like marmite?
where did all the grim go?
Something new to fear beneath the four poster bed
Daughters of despair wait for the hirsute man with the large teeth
and a penchant for Moonlight Sonata.
Do you like Marmite?
The jukebox unplugged but Beatle songs
still haunt the tired rooms.
counting yesterdays over the shadows
...
Friday 11th August 2023 8:56 am
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