ian dixon Poems

Charged you claimed, in search of saints and heavens gates were bent
Yet all my heart and soulwith ease and no remorse did rent
Then my love and better will did distort
Though you my life and happy port.
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Take me there and bring me back
And know one thing that never lacked
That all the pleasure I had sought
Was with you only to be caught
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Many more of these I owned
Full penned that I might atone
Now all are gone and what remains
Speak only of wild lamentable disdain
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Meet me again on that corner
Where we rendezvoused that time
When the rain fell heavy as mortar
But we thought the day was fine
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Though he be young and fully loaded
Stand back awhile and don't be goaded
Give it this and give it that
There is no doubt he'll want it back
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