Mary Green Poems

Thank you
to the men it my life
To Mark
you taught me
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Look at the firework,
then look at me.
Smouldering burnt flesh, and
a smell like death.
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Phillipe’ was a croissant
Lightly tanned and full of air
Lounging on the plate
Gastronomes could only stare
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Natures Lead

Fold upon fold of vibrant white wings cluster together
Backs to the chilling wind, defeating the weather
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Critical marking
Imprints on the heart and soul
Painful memories
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Mirror, Mirror in my hand
Tell me, who is the fairest in the land?
Be true, and tell no lie
Lest one of us should fall and die
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