Frances M Poems

Mary Mary
how does your garden grow?
Wild and free?
Like it used to be?
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We'll get tattoos
and spiky boots

Pierce our lips
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the little things inside our heads
all seemed as real as rain,
knew nowt about taxation, mortgages or pain,
then they came and scooped them out.
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Tormented young souls,
Washed up in the sand,
We cannot depart
this bloodstained land.
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The Slithytoad

Take a wander
down the trail,
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The first frog that she kissed
he refused to transform.
and the glass slippers she wore,
got smashed at the ball.
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The music they play
behind the love scene
the soundtrack behind
my frequent daydreams
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Mother1 1. noun a. A female who has given birth to offspring

What is a mother?
A mother is far more than a few clumsy words scribbled on a page
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Lie underneath the azure sky
and watch the clouds float on by
the little boats bob in the sea
the rose red apples in the tree
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