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A Tribute to my Slippers
Wearing slippers, is an old bird thing… For when once young, naked feet would spring, through dew grass sweet, and street baked heat. As the years soon decline, bare feet, though sublime,...
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Footloose
Sometimes I feel that I am small, and I don’t matter anymore, I am so tired I could surely sleep, for an eternity I would forever weep, my heart feels heavy, and my mind so dull, my body...
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Mother’s Watch
Tick tock, tick tock, my mother’s watch, upon my arm, tick tock, tick tock. It shouldn’t be here, it should be there, I have her face, I have her hair, tick tock, tick tock. The time...
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Valentine
Hello! Firstly I would like to say – Good luck to all poets taking up the NaPoWriMo challenge. I will do my best to keep up! You may have noticed that I have been quiet for some time,...
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