Charles Baddeley Poems

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1.
Belfast

Who lurks in the dim lit street?
Perhaps each shadow hides a form.
A crime of fearful retribution mete.
A mask of hate, trained to deform.
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2.
Woman Of My Dreams

I hear the soft cadence of your voice,
gladly saying that you are mine.
Your beauty is with me in my dreams;
smiling as you seek my hand.
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