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Modern
I do not care for many things these days I find them tedious Small people with small problems With the exception of historians People who live in the past Are boring and uninteresting I am a person who looks forward Instead of looking back This is my final postcard to you Joe As my train […]
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Rugby in February
Winter ends next week Doug Really Yes Try telling the weather It is pissing down What is the name Of the penalty taker Ricky Ricky Jones He is a natural Number Ten Only young but the position is his own Sal why is his shirt so clean When everybody else is covered in mud Because […]
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10 Burton Street
I grew very fond of your pale blue ceiling During our time together I would watch the traffic shadows Move playfully window to window to and fro Without fail you always pissed After we had made love I loved seeing your pale bottom Disappear into the en suite These are now just memories As you […]
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Pete to Joe
Mate I doubt if you have heard about this But the other day Somebody shone a message onto Big Ben Which depending on your views Was offensive to some people I did not really give a fuck But if I did the self same thing And shared my true feelings About the decay of our […]
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Letter from Martha
Women love more deeply than men Joe What do you mean by that Exactly what I am saying Men love of course they do But many are possessive They dress you as their mannequin An attractive girl boosts their ego I have really loved some men But is has never worked out I blamed myself […]
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England My England
I lost my grandmother During the Hull Blitz Many families Suffered similar losses But did they sit around Feeling sorry for themselves No even though wounded and tired They all pulled together And the circle was soon repaired
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Thompson
Thompson once said to me That there are more stupid people Than wise people in this world Thompson once said to me That stupid people are invisible Whereas the wise shine like stars
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Silence
Let silence be the art you practice When in a forest what do you hear
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winter moon
a silver moon reflected in a puddle a turning wind warns
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Sings in French
My Japanese girlfriend Often sings in French When we visit Lima
