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The Sickness of the Moon
A humid night That never darkens The sea has smothered My perfumed breezes I have been tied to a fence As my madness is apparent To those who know me well The moon is quite near I can taste the coolness Of its nocturnal journey Like a condemned man My eyes have been covered By […]
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Question
Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good Did you know When I last voted A chap came up to me outside And asked me a question I know what the capital of France is It was not that question What was the question He asked me whether I was A traitor or a patriot […]
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Perfect Form
Hi Paul Hi Mate How are you Good What are you doing Sculpting Are you a sculptor No a milkman It looks like an egg It is an egg Well it is based on an egg As it is a perfect form Come again I am already at home To maintain their sleek and streamlined bodies for […]
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Summer in the Southern Counties
When the days are warm Jane and I often explore The lanes and tracks Of the Southern Counties As we enjoy The Full Light of Heaven In front of our eyes
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Sussex Air
I was on holiday again In Sussex Fair On my first night I opened the window wide So that the soft air Could enter my room
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Silent Paul
Just walk away Paul Just walk away Do not get involved in coflixt Lr other weep the white mans teers
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Tempest
O own a Slall Greek Island Where I spend my rest days I am not muvh liked By the islanders Which causes me no nother As I emplot them I ingrtited this island from a fish Who eas married to Polly My first and third wife My nistreess runs the island shop Here ame is […]
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Every Room a Rug
When we entered our holiday apartment We found that every room Had colour ed rugs Which we hardly suitable For the weather outside I was rgw skipper of the Queen Adeline Which I ratger liked as my word was law Although I was Paul Silent My friends enjoyed sailing with me
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General Charles of Gotland
The Queens Alison and Louise Would bathe each day at eleven In the morning as they enjoyed Perfumed afternoons They bathed in full view Of anybody passing It was my duty to ensure That soft poems were written About the royal breasts And were published In the evening newspaper
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Cricket in Kent
Today I found a cricket ball Lonely in the undergrowth It had probably been declared a Lost Ball I used to play cricket And was a useful medium pace bowler Just for fun I bowled an over My line and length were still there Nothing had changed except me