Mill Field Poems

Pounding head,
Aching bones,
Sneezing -
Such as surely wakes the dead -
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Here we drink water,
There they drink gin;
Here we are holy,
There they know sin.
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I can't give you any love tonight, Baby;
Hope you'll understand the reason why, Baby;
Working hard, adrenaline charged, Baby,
Bringing home the gravy just for us, Baby.
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Vibrant yellows in the grass
Halt my feet whene'er I pass;
Delicate in form to see
And nodding heads most cheerfully.
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Do not fear death, O Friends;
In death is found our immortality;
Many holy books declare it so
Where all awake to pastures, earths and heavens new.
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Born in this vale of righteousness and sin,
I dance alone on the head of a pin.
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Think'st thou
That God wears big boots
And has a heavy tread?
Or does he lightly leap barefooted
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They live in a house called Higgledy-Piggledy;
Giggle, Wiggle, Niggle Higgle - up;
Squiggle, Jiggle and Wriggle Piggle - down.
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Aboard and at ease on Cloud Ninety-nine,
I plump up a pillow and gently recline;
Say a short prayer and farewell to the world
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Birds are like thoughts -
From a leafy tree, suddenly -
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