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If I'd been into rhyme
as my lover slowly died
I would have rhymed
how slowly passes time.
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I brought back five leaves
from my Gardens walk
to test Richard
stuck in the car:
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'Charming, windless days and nights...'
Are what I said I'd like
When winter came and asked.
(I wouldn't give it the smug satisfaction
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Babe is night
And mum is day.
Dawn is day's lullaby
To ease the sense of emptiness
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That sure sign
that you're dealing with poetry,
o' for 'of',
as in 'a glimpse
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In a battle between host and hostage,
exponents of humours diverse,
each thought the other a hostage,
that the host had the upper hand
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It says in the way it sits
It's involved in eternal dreams.
It would say the same, no doubt,
If it pulled itself inside out
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