Viv Huskings Poems

You’re the land that taught me to stand proud
In our Celtic hearts we sing so loud
Foundations dug deep for out black gold
Lives were lost…
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Neither nature nor art could
make you more perfect than you are.
The pleasant curves and taste of
your body are implanted in my
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Runaway kids miles from home live
in boxes and doorways of Britain’s capital city.
Walking the streets like wily old
Foxes, searching for food and people to take pity.
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