Acorns and apricots

I can see it all quite clearly and how dear to me it is,the night drawn as a starlit sky, the dreams knownas we pass them by and shown only to the Tarot reader, the seeds we plant that grow and in the winter go and grow again come spring, the birds that freely sing…

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Spitfire

The film finisheda story toldthe credits rolledand we went off tobuy a bag of chipspretending we wereBaderreaching for the skies. Saturday,town full of older folkkids not allowed after thestreet lights came on, no closed circuitjust a networkof mum and dadand if you’d been badyou’d get ‘what for” No one knows no one nowand how would…

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Yo-ho-ho

What happens when the clocks stopwhen we feel the earth movewill we hear the aftershock? thinking ‘doomwatch’on the second dog watch,dogged by lucksome goodsome badbut I don’t give abosun’s,things are and will bealways eight bells at seaor until the next K-T I’m hanging off the yardarmlooking for oblivion…

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Wimpy

It doesn’t look like Tuesdayit just looks dark and it feelslike the middle of the night. Winter on the way inI should spend the day inbed. The building of each day isblown awaybybombardments in the nightandhistory does not reveal the names ofghosts who come along to steal the shadowsfrom the eyes of waifs and strays,…

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