Margaret Alice Poems

The crocodile went into overdrive tonight, finding
Act Of God by Graham Phillips exceptionally boring
in style and presentation, yet adoring promises of
mysteries to be solved, pushing on through the dry
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Just now, I have deleted my
production sheet, must start
over again, can't describe
how horrible it is
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Sunday 28 September 2008
……………….Namaqualand’s Beautiful Town Springbok

Springbok is the brightest crystal and
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Thursday 2 October 2008

A white-frosted sea, the frosting
goes on and on, crests of white
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Another sleepless night, awake with the allergy,
feverish, head stuffed with cotton-wool, painful,
reaching the end of all my good intentions - the
preparations to remain as peaceful, as sane as
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Friday 3 October 2008

We packed our bags, the contraband
went in first, the shells of course, the
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Sunday morning 5 September 2008

Ah, the velvet atmosphere of
our own local shop, cosy and
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Sunday 5 September 2008

Cleaning Tiaan’s room after a terrible wind
buried the house under a blanket of dust,
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Lunchtime at Kingsley, Margaret Alice is bored,
boxes unpacked, treasures all stored, sitting on
her chair, reading the paper, finished already,
tackling the Government Gazette
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Burnt my bridges, told an Afrikaner Oom
I believe all people are right, the only
thing I reject is rejection, the Western
spiritual tradition is quite decadent
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