I have lived an eclectic life. Poems come from personal experience, observations and from the Ether.
Hospital Corners.
I write to Hospital corners,
With tears running from my eyes,
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I kissed her by the Blarney Stone.
I kissed her by the Blarney Stone, my lips were hers that day,
It was sometime in November, she took my words away,
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The Waiting Room
Inconsequential magazines full of cars and TV screens,
mobile phones and lifestyle choice,
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The Blue Rinse Brigade.
A Supermarket Sweepstake,
Or maybe Rugby Scrum,
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Purple Toes.
You were delivered, from the side view mirror
So I span the car around,
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