My head is burning with her gripes
Why am I always wrong not right?
Continually…
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<font color=green>They lie side by side,
But apart, not touching,
Separated by inches,
Which may as well be miles.
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You are my Lily, I am your Rose
In our Garden we repose
I watch you blossom
Day and Night
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They no longer use it
Since they’ve passed away
One we had for ten years
when the other came to stay
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The air is filled with reeking smoke
It's just enough to make ye boak
But when the law forbids the habit,
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Strangers, who are they?
Just someone you have never met…
Are they different?
Are they queer?
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When I awoke, there it was
A poem like a seed
In my mind's eye, for no one else,
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Iraq, Iran, Afghanistan
Three countries,
all devoid Of hope
No love of life, no drink, no dance
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Up hill, down dale,
by river and by loch
in mountains and in valleys new
have you ever met him,
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<font color=purple>I sit in my armchair and still caress your thighs…
These wooden frames contain for me forever
The memory of your smile…
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