Pamela Ann Frances Crane Poems

Beware!
Secure your hard hat.
Danger lurks in the flat
Field and fresh air!
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‘Tis a lovely Sunday mornin’ makes me glad to be alive,
‘Tis the kind of misty mornin’ when the scents o’ summer thrive!
O the fish is up an’ the milk is up, an’ the rest they lie abed,
While I’m ridin’ down the seaside with a singin’ in my head!
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“... a silver lining to every cloud.”
I heard you say the words aloud
As you lay dying. By the bed
A cup of water; overhead
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(Aries) .............Teach me how to be,
(Libra) .............And be aware;
(Taurus) ..........Teach me how to have,
(Scorpio) .........And how to share;
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We are the men who bring the trains...
Tunnelling, tunnelling...
We are the blokes who clear the drains
Tunnelling, tunnelling...
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I wandered, lonely, as a cloud
Of loose balloons above the fair
Carried the colours of the crowd
Into the blue and steamy air;
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The clouds on the horizon
Are the spirits of the Bison
And they bellow in the thunder
With a fury at the plunder
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It’s March the First; the weathermen
And women cry, “It’s Spring again! ”
Despite the blizzards in the hills
And hardly any daffodils.
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A lady in the dock today
Was charged with causing an affray,
Criminal damage, and assault -
But swore it was her victims’ fault.
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Uncle George was very smelly,
Bright of eye and vast of belly,
Moving like a mighty jelly
Through the sea of our surprise.
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