steven mitchell Poems

It races along not a care in the world
Like an old schooner mainsails unfurled
Up top all is calm, little too calm perhaps
Then it starts to unravel and fears a collapse
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Things just don't add up
There's something not right
For half two on a Tuesday
This is an unusual sight
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There's trouble on the horizon
Poor oul Mr. Cotter's lookin grim
If he'd known someone was recordin
He'd never of went out dancin
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Is there life up there beyond the star's
I look in awe and think in wonder
What lies up there past celestial thunder
Is there man or only beast
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