Francie Lynch Poems

The sheep are shorn,
The lambs have flown,
The rams are caged
The ewes are alone.
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The geosynchronous
Geppetto One
With us orbits
Round our sun;
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I'm immobile
As my dentist blathers
On events and people
That don't matter.
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Am I a Copy-Cat Romantic


Am I a copy-cat Romantic
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When she speaks of me
They will think Granda
Is an old man, who wears
Corduroy pants
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When my day's drama
Is over,
I pull down blinds
As my closing curtain.
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It's Christless Time Again


Lights are twinkling,
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Don't Tell Me What To Do


When I was two
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Something Systemic


I have something systemic
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I've walked
The flat lands
Of Alberta,
And ascended the foothills.
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