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Mama Rosa
I met you at the dance class Hiding behind your shades This was the first time That we had ever met I felt that I had known you Sharing many common years Your perfumes seemed familiar And the prime colours in display A Poem by Lena
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When I first read the script I loved it I loved every word But Joe had his reservations Which influenced me Even though I did not want him to influence me What were his objections I do not think that they were objections I think that he thought that the role was was beneath me […]
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An Unexpected Guest
Why does Rupert always drop by When I am sunbathing next to the pool I am far from shy but he tends to interrupt The slow music of my summer days
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Lou Full of Grace
Is an architect Her creations Can be seen In many European cities
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False Dawn
Who is your oldest friend Dawn False Dawn Why is she called False Dawn Because she promises riches But does not deliver If she tells you That a door is unlocked That a door is unloved Then it is sure to be locked Then it is sure to be loved
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Bad Poetry
Tell me something Lena My cunt is the hinterland of my soul What do you think of my cunt I think it is the most beautiful cunt That I have ever seen Have you seen many cunts I cannot complain Out of ten Ten Why Because it is so groomed A perfect triangle You have […]
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Lena
Why are beautiful landscapes the most mysterious I frequently have love with strangers It is less demanding
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An Avenue of Summer Trees
Each of the trees is banded white You enquire of the reason Which is quite obvious There is nothing more beautiful Than an avenue of summer trees Bathed in a dappled dry light A Poem by Lena
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Looking into your past
I watched a movie a few years ago It was made by Michelangelo Antonioni There is a scene in a car Which is being driven through An avenue of summer trees It is a very simple scene Maria Schneider asks Jack Nicholson What is he running from He tells her to turn her back On […]
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Feeding the Cat
Sally and I enjoy our summers But our fun is diluted by Rufus Who is Rufus The cat next door It belongs to Betty and Phil A cat so thick that if often forgets to eat So to help him to remember We purchased an all singing all dancing cat feeder Which lit up when […]