Harry St Vincent Beechey Poems

Our kisses are those of children,

Warm, and sweet, and innocent.
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The Trust, The Belief

The pillowcase at the foot of the bed.
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Vast,

Vast,
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He sat there

Obese and benign on a tiny stool
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"Bugger the limit! " The young man said as he pushed his foot down to the floor.

His Porsche was doing a hundred and ten and still, he was looking for more.
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Conducting a sexperiment

(Strictly according to Masters and Johnson)
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Now is the line of Cranswick

Once more assured a place
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A shot rang out;

And the crowd moved; making a dark and sullen sound.
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(aka Browning)
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Galaxies endless, Stars beyond measure,

In orbital cosmos circled and spun
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