Paul Fowler Poems

Take a trip to Stanley Park,
When at the end of your tether,
It's a fine place to visit,
Whatever the weather.
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Now I shall sleep,
My work here is done,
Everyone knows that,
The night shift's not fun.
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Here I go again,
Another day to do,
It's the same old thing,
I yearn for something new.
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No work today,
Some time to unwind,
Just now rest and play,
Peace I now find.
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Sitting here looking at a blank page,
Don't I have anything I want to say?
Is there no flash of inspiration?
To help me get started on this day.  
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Weeks have now passed since that day,
When you paid a visit and said I had to go away,
Words have been exchanged to see if I'm consistent,
And I pleaded my case and dissected the incident.  
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Where have all the words gone?
That I need to describe this day,
That explains how I feel at the moment,
And helps me put down what I want to say.
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Time to tune the right radio station,
Or look it up on Sky Sports,
We are now as one in the nation,
For the coming battle, of sorts.
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Such a feeling of release,
Has now come over me,
Breathe in the fresh air,
And feel totally free.  
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