Dean Meredith Poems

Sometimes
The gelding resents
The stallion
For he remembers
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She climbed the fence
Like a natural
In her skinny jeans
Thin legs & bony but
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The little candle
Burns on
Night after night
Knowing its fate
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Half past seven
And already drunk
I am what I am
He thought
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Pretty as a picture
Pearl in the sky
Shepherdess with her flock
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The big old house
High on the hill
The wood it creaks
And Norman peeps
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My symptoms
Real and imagined
You are liberator
And accomplice
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It's all hypothetical
And completely theoretical
But let's suppose
I was a cross between
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I'm the lunch stain
On your paper
I'm the button
Off your shirt
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Half a kiss from those full lips
Why did I have to go?
Because it was late
And the morning sun
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