Francie Lynch Poems

The store mannequin
Was rejected,
Her stats didn't comply
For a window show
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If I'd written
My love poetry
Years ago,
When our passion
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Let's get out the rawness of life.
Expose emotions long supressed.
Talk about lonliness like the shadow's
My only compay.
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We're in thrall.
Where's your wall?
You dump truck...
You fumb duck...
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Good people pray for you.
Lend you a hand.
Attest for you.
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In the North we had the cold war. Sirens screamed; we crouched under desks, thin arms covering thinner heads. We were pre-Pompeii petrifies waiting for a future dig. We never left an atomic shadow.
Thissums up all life-threatening fears of the Boomer Generation, the Echoes, and A's through Z's. Of course, we Boomers back then were too young to worry.

We've never had planes or bombs fall from our skies.
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The last of the fools
Has been exposed;
I'll look no further
Than the end of my nose.
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I sneezed into my elbow
At the grocery store;
All who were present turned,
Gasped and hit the floor,
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