Francie Lynch Poems

To me, this sounded so final and trite,
But his wife, she said, left him,
Cause she couldn't be a wife.
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I saw a satyr in the woods,
A centaur in the meadow;
Travelling on, I remarked on a fawn
Hallowing out reeds for a pipe.
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I'll book freighter passage, back,
Across the Atlantic,
To the siren Island.
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"I know an agent, who knows your man, who has a machine to do the job in no time."

… I'll book a flight then...
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The news was expected,
But she died today;
She's the last of our parents,
Our children will cry,
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One's unschooled tool
Should not rule
The behavior of its owner.
Keep your head in check,
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