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poetry

The house on the hill – One further poem

My mother never loved my father,

A man who even at the best of times was a drunk and a gambler.

Whether she loved me was a question I thought of habitually

And to some great extent,

But with little in the way of conclusion. 

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Wiggle wiggle – a poem

Wiggle wiggle

Waggle waggle

Twisting, turning, house is burning,

Wiggle wiggle waggle waggle woo.

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This Town Has People In It

People with lives, lives like shooting stars, gleaming and bright and rare, rare as grass that’s green, water that’s blue.

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Loony lovegood looking girl – a love poem

Loony Lovegood looking girl,

Leaning right to see,

With swoosh of magic silver hair,

The curly mess of me.

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Oxford Boy – A Love Poem

Oxford boy, dear oxford boy,
Walked in before my shower
Watched with careful glower
Looking strong and rather dower.

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Oxford Girl – A love poem?

And I didn’t mean to stalk you,

But I know that’s what I did.

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It’s not all about the girl – A Poem. Again.

It’s not all about the girl, I promise.
It’s so much more complex.
Just because I spend my weekends
Reading through our texts.

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A Fact About My Penis – A Poem

Looking at my reflection,
And feeling my morning erection,
And reaching for the spinning blades,
Like I do on all work weekdays,

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Creative Computing Girl – A Poem

Did you ever love me,
The way that I loved you?

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Whistle to me – another poem

Whistle to my grave,
My love.

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