sylvia spencer Poems

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51.
Pain And Sorrow

What of life as the sun rises away from the cloud of doom.
Is there a place that is without doom and gloom.
Is there a far distant land where life is full of fun, and is there a
land where life does not have to look down the barral of a gun,
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52.
A Touch Of Love

There was once a child who's heart was broken, she had
no love only gifts and tokens. Showered with money and
gifts from her Dad, it's no wonder this poor child was always
sad. Her Mother never cared, there was no time for thought,
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53.
A Collectors World

Some people have a problem, one that can take it's toll.
To them it's like an addiction, totally out of control
These people that I write about, are just like magpie's
but they are also cunning and very wise
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54.
A Battle For Supremacy, A Very Potty Story

My name is Plonker, and I am a pot and I have now been
thrown on the compost plot. I have a busted base and a chip
on my rim, my chances of working again are very slim. I have
lived in this garden for many a year and all that surrounds me
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55.
A Shopping Trip

You pick a fine day so you're off to the stores, up and
down on the escalator to all different floors.
Into a shopping mall where life never stands still,
a shopper's dream that will fix and thrill.
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56.
Mothers Whistling Kettle

Mothers got the kettle on it's left to long on the hob.
There is so much steam about it looks like a mop up job.
As I walk into the kitchen off come my misty specks
and there sits my mother glued to Teletex.
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57.
Silver

Silver things are pretty things
they fill us with such delight.
Like the tinsel on a Christmas tree
all glittering in the light.
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58.
A Winter Of Discontent

I remember a winter a few decades ago.
Where our dear England was covered in snow.
It started on Boxing Day with a blizzard from hell
then in the course of a week the snow just fell.
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59.
Fog And Myth

The Days were dark, the land was dead;
no seed had grown the drought had spread.
The land once had a river that was diamond
clear and her waters would spray as she ran
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60.
An Old Man An His Mountain

I wish I could climb the mountain once more
to do everything that I did before. Breath the air
that is sweet to taste, climb a mountain and not
make haste.Once more to the summit just to touch
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