martin lawler Poems

« I was, I am »

I was thinking out aloud
Was forking out too much
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« Forgetfulness »

Once, in a foreign Autumn
I chanced into a church.
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« Page Boy »

Sacked for being too tall?
Why, don't that beat all!
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« Impotence »

There are things that slither
Hither and thither
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« He's The Number »

You can never win a race with time
He's the mountain you just can't climb
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