Paul Warren Poems

The road goes on
As the ribbon of life
With a beginning
And maybe an end
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In the Great War animals went as soldier's saviours
There were calvary mounts including the Australian whalers
With pigeons flying messages when lines were down
Flying over muddy and shell torn broken ground
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Time, if I only had time
Time to think it all through for a rhyme
Time to love those near me
Time to have what I need to see
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It doesn't matter who you are
Make a goal to go as far
As your dream will take
Do it with each step you make
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The machine rips up the roadway
As it claws the ground away
Black tar mixes with the gravel
As it grinds and heats whilst it travels
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After 1918 with the war won, the troops left the Western Front lines
Around Armentières they started to clean up the detritus they would find
Then on those cold nights on the old battlefields reports started to come in
Of groups of Australian soldiers walking the roads and laneways again
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Imperfect reproductions in generations made
Living things have offspring in their grade
We all are not absolute in our copy of the original
But there seems to be infinite variations possible
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Albert Pierrepont was dubbed the Official Executioner of England
After first being Assistant Executioner as a family job on hand
Finally being made Chief Executioner after his father retired
And this was a part time job called to service as it transpired
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Smoking is a dying art
Only tried it once for my part
And I see the tobacco companies
Are still making lots of pennies
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I remember when I didn't need a hat
And I could feel the sun as easy as that
I looked cool with hair to my shoulders
Of course, I was a lot less than older
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