jim smith Poems

Humpty Dumpty went up the hill
To fetch his curds and wey
Along came Jack Horner
And sat down beside her
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Hope was to be that thing with feathers
But instead I got cluckers
Neither rain nor stormy weather(s)
Will shut up the little....fellows
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Gossamer castles on shifting sand
Charred dreams and life interrupted
Accompanied by smirks at what is done
Like a butcher proffering chops
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My love looked up with dewy eyes
There's something missing in my life
Midst tears and mournful cries
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