Edna Sweetlove Poems

I have no home, no place in this grim dark city,
Where I may lay my head but the stinking gutter.
I am alone, unloved, with neither hope nor faith.
My worthless life is just one long disaster,
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My night-heart is cold-cruel and deepest black;
The eldritch curtain of the deathly sky
Curselike swathes my gloomy land of hate-dreams.
My soul lies buried in a well of pain,
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You have not lived a life that's full
Till you have snogged the possessor
Of a complete set of dentures.
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Cold, cold, cold the snow outside the country church.
The quiet park, in summer filled with children's happy cries
And singing birds and mothers, babes in arms, is quiet now.
Snow falls gently on the leaves and on the statue in the lake.
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In a dull London flat
Lives a skivvy they call the Gypsy
She will sweep all your floors
And clear away all your mess.
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