Dean Meredith Poems

If she's an angel
Then she can't stay too long
She has to go back
With a body
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The August light
Burned like acid
A fool twiddled
His legs shook
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Her husband
The landlord
Lay on their bed
Large and plump
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She travelled here
To one end of the earth
To find something
Looking for someone
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It's really quite easy
And really quite hard
And sounding seemingly plausible
To my cute little former friend
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It's too late
She thought, she said
That poem's been done
He thought, he said
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On the road to Mandalay
There was a horse
Was it mine?
No, yours - of course
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Part of me wanted
To turn on the light
But I felt semi-comfortable
In the gradual dark
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She
Truly beautiful
Lies on her back
In submission mode
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Every bullet was made by a mind
And every bullet was shot by a heart
And every bullet was hit or miss
And every bullet was in or out
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