Lizzy Tomlinson Poems

Up the alley,
down the lane,
through the streets,
he follows Jane.
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My arms, to have held you,
That would have been a joy.
Instead of never knowing,
If you were a girl or boy.
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Looking in the mirror,
What's that, that I see?
Oh, bloody hell, it is my face,
That's staring back at me.
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These are three little rhymes made up in 1998 fror home made 'Father's Day' cards that the kids and I made for their dad.

I'm wishing for my father,
(Who ain't really that bad) ,
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My pen is running dry now,
The ink is fading fast,
I want to finish writing,
But I don't think it will last.
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I'd been looking for an interest,
Since robbed of being a wife.
So I bought me a computer,
A buy which changed my life.
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Deep inside the woods, at night,
Appeared a fairy, bathed in light,
Her grace was magical to see,
As she tiptoed there, beneath the tree,
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Years ago, when I was small,
I often wished that I was tall.
Like the hippy who walked along the street,
Her boots, I wanted on my feet.
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Time passes by,
Year after year.
I'm so lonely,
Sitting here
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I don't profess to be a poet,
Don't you think that I don't know it.
But I like to lift my pen,
Write some words now and again.
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