Francie Lynch Poems

I won the race,
So tail me.
I lost my balance,
Don't right me.
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If we could PVR our lives,
We'd pause at moments
Of delight;
Rewind when memory's
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'Tis true what they say,
May your glass be full,
I discovered the same
In a quaint Irish pub.
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The drawbridge spanned
An arid moat where peasants
And soldiers perished.
The lane lead through the portcullises,
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Clever is not poetry.
It's readable.
It's admirable.
Sometimes, memorable.
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If you want a ballad
On a tragic conflict
Of important people,
With a little magic,
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This cock of the walk
Is older now,
The chicks don't
Come to roost;
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The weekly news
For the past 5200 weeks,
Fills like the undug dig.
Famine, disaster, disease,
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Peep. Peep. Peep.
Wee chicks
I love to keep.
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When a woman approaches
I seldom notice
Her shoes;
But when I do,
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