Gemma Hooper Poems

Don’t fret honey
Let’s make a go of it
You’ve got the neck
I’ve got the cheek -
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April, your flourishes fill my heart with tears
All your brave futility
And the green and the gold, and the rise of the spring
The triumphant flow
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The archangel Gabriel looked down from on high
At the sightseers thronging below.
He turned to his neighbour St Jim with a sigh
And earnestly asked, ‘Do you know
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Next year I am going to be sixty
So I thought I should put in some practice.
Today I wore a linen dress
And a hat with a brim
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