Raymond Farrell Poems

To the bereaved families back home
They are cherished sons and daughters
To the defense department
They're listed as killed in action
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There was a fellow named Blake
With a love of chocolate cake
It was more than he could make
The money he spent on cake
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I stopped for a cappuccino
At the Expresso Cafe
On the corner
Of Bloor and Lipinsky
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Hurry up
I implored my friend
the cherry blossoms
are in bloom
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Clay plastered round huts
Dot the landscape
All across East Africa
Such simple dwellings
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The chlorophyll
Which sustains their life
Is breaking down
But in their death throes
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There is one thief
who preys upon us all
his presence is pervasive
no dog
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