Richmal Byrne

Difficult people,
Am I one of them?
Seeing, through shades, solo paradigm;
All must be questioned,
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Your dumb knave
Lying on the stack,
A pod card
Dulling dispensation,
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He has a clack cough,
Skulks by, slag skidding
On serfdom’s slalom,
Too tired to trot
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When you met with Ms Brake,
Near the trees by the lake,
She said she was stirred
by something she’d heard
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On the road to Golgotha
I lost my way,
The signs were there alright,
Maybe I didn’t have the stomach for the fight
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Williams –

I have told you before... -
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He longs to go now...

To where sunlight sifts its colouring gold-dust rays
Through leafy limbs that stroke the riverbanks;
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Sometimes I wake when dark is fading pale,
And all the world seems gathered in my head,
Billions jostle solely to tell a tale,
Or bring their denigration to my bed,
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A bird, with pointed sculls
And long wedged rudder,
Went rowing overhead,
Like a tractor’s buzz
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