Andrew Hamm Poems

The wind is blowing oh so fast,
An it looks like it will last
A great while here for all to see,
A great deal faster than a bee.
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Up upon the moorland
Wind blowing through my hair
I’m enjoying a walk in wilderness
The scene is barren and bare
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Gravity is the
Reason I can’t fly away
To some other place
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Listening to the Bay City Rollers
Writing poetry as I go
Poetry about poetry
I do love poetry so
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There’s someone behind me
But there isn’t
But there is
But there isn’t
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Drinking coffee in a café
Oh, how life is good
Sipping on a cappucino
Life is indeed good
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The twighlight hours are chiming;
They chime for all,
Chime for all
To see. But then
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I have no recourse
Even though I do
For I shall rise
From this desolate spot
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Mocking everything
Mocking all – it’s bad
To mock
And mock again – so why mock?
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My dead cat is fluent in Swedish.
He speaks Swedish well.
He’s like: “Hej. Jag heter Bruno.”
He’s also like: “Göteborg är Sveriges andra stad.”
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