Steve Nestor Poems

The moment was perfect in that instant,
As we leapt from the yellow cab's doors.
The bright lights of Manhattan in the distance,
On our honeymoon night in New York.
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The Beautiful Game stirs deep passions within,
That no true football fan can escape.
And the club that we follow holds the key to our heart,
Our hopes and our dreams only they can fulfil.
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One looked like ginger candy floss,
One tabby, the other pure white.
They sat there not giving a toss,
Not one of them grieving my loss.
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Eyes full of pies, cold air slapping my face.
Steaming along but tip toeing with grace.
Gliding as smooth as a three legged race.
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