Dean Meredith Poems

He takes another chance
On no sure thing
But a hope and a maybe
Like a spiritual man
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She was the exception
To most of my rules
By the time she ushered me up
Like a wild brumby
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You are known as human
Most advanced of the species
Yet you do not have time
To listen to their stories
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The sprinkle-er sprinkled
A fountainous draft
Of crystal clear
Into the air
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The quiet lilt of time
Vermillion shades glistening
In freshly spun sun
I was down, down
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Bit sweaty
10.26 o'clock
Water falls
Light holds
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It was slightly deformed
However it still resembled a heart
Not so much a human or animal heart
More one of those heart shaped box hearts
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In my grandmother's house
Which I bought cheap
With my hard earned
Sold soul credit
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Play the game
Get to know the rules

Get to know the rules
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Her slippery beat
Led on bravely
Not wanting to know
Struck needing again
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