John KENT Poems

A long time ago in a long ago time

there lived an old man who would answer in rhyme,
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The composition of a poem

cannot easily be defined,
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I am my father's son,

of this there is no doubt,
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The girl I love I have never met...
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Life's blood has quenched the sands on foreign shores of vanquished foes,


but we shall not forget our mates who gave their all,
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If you always go where you've always gone

if you always do what you've always done,
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If you're wanting some money

and you need it real quick
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How would you feel if I told you what's real

is all a degree of perception,
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He lived with a mortal fear of death

and savoured each and every breath,
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Take all the sounds you've ever heard

every noise and every word,
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