Martin Nash Poems

This must be one of the quietest places on earth,
in between the occasional rotor - rumble of the enthusiastic helicopter pilot and
the biggles lookalike in his ancient bi-plane.
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It started by fate, this love of ours, blessed by Cupid's shot.
Infatuation, a tangled web, I say, it certainly is not.
For now we have vision too and voices over phone lines,
Technology forged a bond for us in the shortest of all times.
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