Francesca Johnson

A temporary man
can
be a good distraction
when filled with action
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He lives a life alone on his floating kingdom,
A Dutch barge of immaculate neatness.
Barry left a life of greed and falsehoods
Many years ago
...

It was wonderfully fat,
squashy to the touch.
I liked the feeling very much
as I held it softly in my heart
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Dollie, petite, slim and with hair that flows blondely
And wildly, in a kind of disorderly fashion
About her small shoulders.
A smile to welcome and calm even a bulldog.
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You little dumpling...

So fluffy and endearing,
floating on that sea of brown,
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Diesel and dust,
flaking castles and roses, and spots of rust.
Who said living on a narrow boat
would be glamorous?
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Dennis, you've got to go.

I don't know who you are
or where you came from.
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Long gone.......

Moving on
to better things.
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It's a community spirit.
A matter of giving
to those living
alongside.
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His 'n' hers
corned beef hash.

Got the mash
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Sean is not a sheep
to be shorn.

Don't be woolly-headed, mate.
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He said:

'I'm only a man.
Can't multi-task.
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There are a whole lot of holes
in Bletchley.

On the whole.
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I asked a dog-walker for the short cut
to the local centre shop.
She told me 'Walk to the village green
then turn right. A skip and a hop.'
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Two muntjac
and a security guard.
Barrier.
Well-tended lawns.
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I will cross that line
between then and now,
past and present.
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One day I'll go back to Coalville
and whisper you a hello.

I'll see again those twinkling blue eyes,
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A happy lot, us Sad Bastards.
We raise our glasses
Kick some asses
Laugh, tell rude jokes
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They're flaky,
those sad legs.
They need a woman's touch
so very much.
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You stand like a lily amongst weeds,
sowing the seeds
of joy and beauty.
Mayhem all around
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