Paul Warren Poems

He only worked the night shift
The other shifts he was cut adrift
As soon as the sun went down
You could see him prowling the town
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After the von Stauffenberg plot in 1944
Hitler became obsessed even more
Before each meal 15 women ate his meal
To ensure he wouldn't be poisoned in the deal
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I found it one day on a country lane
As the sun shone on its green refrain
Others had walked past it over time
I was the only one to see it in the sunshine
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Smoking is a dying art
Only tried it once for my part
And I see the tobacco companies
Are still making lots of pennies
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I remember when I didn't need a hat
And I could feel the sun as easy as that
I looked cool with hair to my shoulders
Of course, I was a lot less than older
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He selects the wood very carefully
The grain and the colour so beautifully
Looking along the edge it's straight
And feeling it, it has a good weight
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Police - The one Copper Town

We started night shift in Whyalla town
The sergeant held the muster parade around
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Would the world be the same
If there was no tragedy in the game
Would we all just be able to sit and contemplate
And wonder at the world and what we make
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Why don't they listen
Do they feel that they are right
So that you don't count!
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Why don't they listen
Do they feel that they are right
So that you don't count!
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