Dean Meredith Poems

It suits you,
Soft,
Warm,
Quirky,
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Draw me pretty she said
Draw me how I'd like to be
Part woman, part girl
With a glint in my eye
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When I was young
My Dad drank a lot
He still does
Though less than he used to
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Poetry
Is
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It’s a weak dry cough
And a head full of cement
It’s a little bit of phlegm
Every now and then
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willy wag tail
twists in time
with sprinkler
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She is from and of water
Her thoughts are a stream
When she is filled
She reaches out and touches
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bees
earnestly humming away
bees
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Hush …
It’s only me
Your little tap
You touch me
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So you write a few poems
And think you’re a poet
Then a voice says
Don’t be too hard on yourself
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