Ernestine Northover Poems

It's cannibalism,
Eat me quick or I eat you,
What an awful choice!
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She passed him walking down the lane,
She looked his way, but all in vain,
He paid no heed, no turn of his head,
She was once his love, her heart now bled.
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Open the door, and let my soul escape,
To the faraway hills and shimmering lakes of my life,
And my wounded spirit, now with solace drape,
To flee from all the sorrow and the strife,
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My heart is racing
Extremely energetic?
Perhaps It is love?
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Christmas is coming
We will buy presents galore
The bailiffs might call.
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The lads, Sid, Fred, Frank and Len,
Are four dedicated fishermen,
Telling stories of their latest bite,
They'd sometimes talk right through the night,
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My circulation
Red blood flows, in all my veins
See newspaper sales?
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When in the large compartment,
Everyone was seated.
And all the luggage loaded,
The family group completed.
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I had a sketching class today,
Actually it was free, I did not pay
To draw a very naked man,
Who posed in his altogether tan.
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Hello there, who are you?
Do I know you? give us a clue,
Have we already met somewhere before.
Your face is quite familiar,
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