Hospital Corners.
I write to Hospital corners,
With tears running from my eyes,
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I kissed her by the Blarney Stone.
I kissed her by the Blarney Stone, my lips were hers that day,
It was sometime in November, she took my words away,
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The Waiting Room
Inconsequential magazines full of cars and TV screens,
mobile phones and lifestyle choice,
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The Blue Rinse Brigade.
A Supermarket Sweepstake,
Or maybe Rugby Scrum,
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Purple Toes.
You were delivered, from the side view mirror
So I span the car around,
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Untouchable.
To be the envy of a Skylark,
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Casa de la Música Cuba.
Cuba Libre!
I shouted across the bar,
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The Chicago Beggar.
Desperate for cash.
Sweat dripping from my brow,
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Dead Birds
The Black and White of tabloid press hid him like a tent,
Milk and Bread the obstacles to someone two feet ten,
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Tarot Snow.
If I could see the past, In the Kaleidoscope that's you,
I'd turn it so the light went out, for night time thoughts of you.
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