T D Mitchell Poems

Look, look John,
Look, look Mary,
There is a thought.
Feel it begin to grow,
...

Her body lay naked and beautiful
bathed in the light of the sun
But as you moved more closely still
you can see where the disease has begun
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Although i'm ill, i try each day
to make something anew
it helps me to ignore the pain
and also not feel blue.
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We were friends Peter, you and i
and as children we crossed the world and worlds
of magic and mystery under an azure sky
We went adventuring with catties in our pockets
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