Frances M

We English
are drinkers of tea
We like to play polo
and speak eloquently.
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We fade, we float away
With every passing season,
Destined to perish alone,
in this cruel world wracked by reason.
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Like dodging raindrops from summer skies,
we brush the tears away from their eyes,
and we teach them to hide
what they're feeling inside.
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I seldom see
those like you or me
that is why
we're meant to be
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Rain
on my window
Rain
on the ground
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Be proud of your flaws
for they make you You,
That spot on your nose
It's like morning dew.
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Please don't clip my wings,
Don't nail me to the ground.
Let me fly far away
Among the clouds
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Get lost among the sandunes
Whoever you may be
The pebble clad beaches
the soft, subdued sea.
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Bowing wide
fast and free,
horse hairs
sweeping over nylon string,
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I sit on the lampost,
and sqwauck with glee!
I smile at you,
you frown at me,
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Mary Mary
how does your garden grow?
Wild and free?
Like it used to be?
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We'll get tattoos
and spiky boots

Pierce our lips
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the little things inside our heads
all seemed as real as rain,
knew nowt about taxation, mortgages or pain,
then they came and scooped them out.
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Tormented young souls,
Washed up in the sand,
We cannot depart
this bloodstained land.
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Stop a moment.

Now, take a picture of the view.
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We slip on the snails
Who we did not see
As we tread upon the tarmac
Absorbed in our own misery.
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You stand behind the counter.
I stare at your eyes
They look far more delicious
Than my ketchup and fries.
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Two cups of tea
Sit infront of me
Steamy milky aroma
Inticing, ushuring me
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