George BernardBloodyShaw Poems

Not too much Moet
At this so-called
Festive time.
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One spins one's head
When words
Were read.
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The godliness
Of cleanliness
I am.
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WHAT IS IT? L-V?
WHAT IS THE MEAS-RE?
THE VAL-ES?
I THINK I KNOW THE TR-TH
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Peas and beans
Shouldn't be seen
Without something
In between.
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Jewel,
The bait catcher,
Baiting us up.
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We came to Guyana.

The reason.....
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Is the licence fee
For life itself
The same for all?
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Are things looking up?
Moving to Owikorama.
Maybe less drama,
Even fishing
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The sun is hot.
The rain is warming

Then thunder bolt
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