Dan Bullock
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(In) & (Out) of Street City CorkA Poem by Dan BullockA wander through the streets in November of a beautiful city. |
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Limerick, The PlaceA Poem by Dan BullockDrizzle transverses in grey cloud city Sharp breaths down sheltered alley Should I walk or take heed and turn River flows strong in sea bird city.. |
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The Nurses Will Never Forget My NameA Poem by Dan BullockI guess when I’m old And I can’t be bothered Getting out of bed To go To the loo I won’t have to They can make excuses .. |
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The PreparationA Poem by Dan BullockThe alarm would sound at 4am You’d carry me to the car I’d remember half knowing Where we were going But not worrying I knew, I was.. |
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Lonely Washing LinesA Poem by Dan BullockA restoration with a slight edit and from an early morning walk. |
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For My MotherA Poem by Dan BullockExactly as the title, it's an old one, but I still hold the sentiment fully open. |
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astrollthroughtownA Poem by Dan Bullockchurch bells quiz ends did not indicate subtle river snores white walls fade yellow old thoughts sit together stray guards hold entrance v.. |
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The Afternoon of the 30th of April 2007A Poem by Dan BullockA ponder via a wonder nearly squandered ;) |
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Your Train is Delayed For (add time here)...We are..A Poem by Dan BullockDon't you love those robotic voices that have no emotion and aren't really sorry? The modern world amuses me, this is just from being sat at a station.. |
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A VentA Poem by Dan Bullocklet it out ;) |
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