Jason Palmer Poems

Solitude for me, thought I
Books and music for me
All gone wrong, you see
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Superman is he!
A knife through butter
Healthy, fit, energy bubble
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Flap, glide, soar

Supreme Seagull
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Outside an inn, one sits, with half a cider but

Feels full of Coniston peace
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Out early
past cars, past cyclists
I walk
on and off the bikes
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Not a penny has he
Not a dirty note
Yet, still he be
Rich in life
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To ski or not to ski
That is the question
Awkward Boots
Kit Galore
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Alps from on high
One can view as
Your flight swoops on Turin
Clear views, pure colours
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What does it mean?

No Idea!
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In Trafalgar
She does anchor
A mighty treasure ship, she
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