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Nathan Pigott Poems
I fear i shall not see, For my cataracts are blinding me. I fear i shall not hear,
A herd of black dots
The year of depression - 2002. Bangkok,12 o' clock, out of the blue, Something familiar yet peculiar, Someone playing a black guitar
My frying pan.;
Potatoes and water stick like mortar in my frying pan. I must have been a moron
Sentimental Value (it's got non)
CNN's on my back Because I stole a cat, The FBI's got documents in my name - they can't see it's not me to blame
Fire (another one out of the door)
I lighte a fire. It goes out in 2 hours, I wake up next morning to find It ablaze This fire/our love i compare:
Sir Patrick Moore's Practical Astronomy ...
This second edition has been fully updated for astronomical events through until the year 2010. What they said about the first edition: ''i bought mine in 2003 and it expired in 2002, i was confused'' - I don't get it magasine. ''I particularly enjoyed the entry for June 31st'' - Star and planet magasine.
From a box up in the stratosphere, or down below my pier, I slip, and start falling.
Untitled(the next one's quite good)
I hate Pink I hate purple/i hate it when people talk about the colours they like because in the end they're
Gerundive Computer face
Computer dominates my lives - causes more trouble (than its worth)
Ode/s to Kaylene(and Yvonne) ? - also po...
Ignite tables and chairs ricketing under holes &
Comments about Nathan Pigott
(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
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I fear i shall not see,
For my cataracts are blinding me.
I fear i shall not hear,
The water rolling down my cheek is a tear.
I fear i shall not smell,
For my nostrils will not tell.
I fear i shall not taste,
All that food is going to waste.
I fear i shall not feel,
For my nerves are on a par whith an eel's.
All this means,
Is that i will not concede,
And i cannot think,
So i will save the ink:
The cat sat on the mat.