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My special place is my beautiful bed, because it is nice and warm
And I can forget about my worries.
When I am scared, worried or in trouble, I always go to my bed
And lay there, and then softly drift off to sleep.
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Come on Bathurst, let us go
A fire tonight, is a no show.
Let the wind blow, and let it puff,
Let’s go home and call its bluff.
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It was out the back of Millthorpe
In a shed of some repute,
That I met a lady roustabout
Very capable and astute.
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The fields are strangely quiet
Around Belgravia now,
The is no bleating of the sheep
Or lowing of the cow.
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To be lonely as a little speck,
In the distance far.
Makes me want to tarry
And wish upon a star.
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O K now, Stacey MM
It’s your birthday time again,

Hope you get, lots to eat
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Dear Stace,
I thought I’d do a birthday poem,
As you’re a special friend of ours,
And your mum is just too far from home
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Searching for knowledge far and wide,
On the shoulders of giants we stand
To grind to dust our ego and pride.
The world turns slowly, time is sand
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Frank is in his tower, at Pennsylvania now
Clear reports are his forte; to him we give a bow.
Roseberg on his west, Kentucky on the right,
Keeping a weather eye on things, to prevent a firefight.
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Fifty one and Fifty two and Forties on the line
Very hard to understand, the radio type of strine.

O one to Fifty Ten are on the air as well
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Rue my rue, you’re not twenty-two
Nor twenty four or more,
I suppose by now, its such a cow
And being thirteen, was quite a bore.
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MMM! ! Roo is that really you?
You have seem to have grown so fast,
Definitely not, short and stout
But slender like a mast.
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It’s now your time to share
Another year with us
And let us try to spoil you
And make a special fuss.
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Lying in my bed
I came upon a plan,
That I’d do a little ditty
For our very, special Anne.
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What do I make of you
You, who are so small and bold,
The war is long over
Come on in, from the cold.
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For those poor souls
That are here to watch,
Vigilance rewarded
Please don’t botch.
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The wind is blowing wildly
And my eyes do fill with tears,
As a struggling sun shines mildly
The rocking calms my fears.
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From this day forward,
There you be.
Karen and Lance,
Together and Free.
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Dear Karen, we love you so much,
Sorry your room’s like a rabbit hutch.
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Its almost time, an end draws near
Footsteps measured, I’m filled with dread
I write this in the arms of fear
Must write it now or leave unsaid.
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My Special Place

My special place is my beautiful bed, because it is nice and warm
And I can forget about my worries.
When I am scared, worried or in trouble, I always go to my bed
And lay there, and then softly drift off to sleep.
My bed is my special place, because I hop into it, lay there
And think, what am I scared of, why I am worried and
What have I done to be in trouble? I sleepily drift off, and
Before I know it my troubles are all over, and I feel proud
About my life.


Shannon Brazier

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Lisa Marshall Maitland 17 August 2019

lisak8484@gmail.com Beautiful poetry..😊

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