Margaret Alice Poems

I cannot wear yesterday’s clothes today
I am a different person, my smile is new
a different face in the mirror - not for me
the same dark blue shirt interspersed with
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Today my heroine had such a wonderful time
she refuses to start a new adventure tonight
she earned a break after serving all day as the
delighted protagonist of a love story that ended
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A computer is a perfect illustration of the
manifold dimensions of reality, each time
I click on an icon a new folder opens just
like memories in my brain
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I am on my way again with my brain short-circuiting
and the Arabic vocabulary I acquired so painfully
locked up in a mental safe that does not want to open
for me, I tried to rectify this by running through
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The clouds form a map of the UK in the sky
then morphs into a white Troglodyte, but due
to an aberration in cloud formation and my
fixation on all things English, I find another
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Found a way to do administration
that works like a charm: I must tell
myself aloud what I am doing every
step of the way for my brain to hear
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I did not take the new medication again, I
have decided I can feel bad all by myself
no need for prescription drugs to achieve
that objective, one sandwich and the allergy
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A professional dressmaker - reams of evening
dresses, roses, all kinds of flowers, corsets with
fairy scenes, glitter and butterflies; will ask her to
create such a scene on a pair of wings - to bring
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I love challenging other drivers,
if they succumb by speeding it
becomes a contest deciding
who’ll play chicken first - I’m in
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My father is going far away to an
inaccessible place near Zimbabwe,
I shall no longer be able to pop in
and check on him, shall be unable to
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