Bryan Sefton
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Holiday postcard.A Poem by Bryan SeftonI met a woman in a burned out land She had a frog clutched in her hand 'What's that? ' I asked. I heard her say 'Its my families food for the day' .. |
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The postman doesn't call here.A Poem by Bryan SeftonThe postman doesn't call here anymore No letters received and none to send The letterbox, once a friend with lots to say Stands quiet and dumb, clo.. |
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The darts matchA Poem by Bryan SeftonFirst aid for a throwing arm |
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Farewell auld SamA Poem by Bryan SeftonA graveside farewell. |
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Elizabeth's mindA Poem by Bryan SeftonA child's heaven |
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Well done and thank you. (A thank you in times of..A Poem by Bryan SeftonGratitude to a nation of helpers, and disgust at selfishness of a few. |
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The figure in the corner of the roomA Poem by Bryan SeftonA love story. |
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The heroA Poem by Bryan SeftonYou, who killed the innocent Who froze the heart to do the deed Who made yourself the instrument To bring a nation to its knees Contemplate your.. |
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