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Battered by deluge
Burdened 'neath swellings bruise-blue
Dirty rain clouds bloomed
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Geezer
He walked the cool breeze
of his satisfied sighs.
Arms set in open embrace, toes
turned to 10 to 2, swaggering the
shoulder blade shuffle...
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Close your eyes
with your hands nanny.
Open!
Beaming, chuffed breasted his hands full
of plastic toast and cake, peas
and a drink, drunk
in m..
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Bill's gait, a left-over from trench foot
spoke of a silent stoic that tried to walk tall, looking pained
as a pencil sharpened by a knife.
He cu..
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In fine form or foul
I had loved him
and today across this street that swallowed
the quiet moments that followed
he stood in the greasy light of..
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Unexpected,she appearedin an uneasy gaittop heavyin agitated silencewe atethen walkedsometimes marchingin drum-beat rhythmto the tantrum of thoughtsth..
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We lived where thefactories frayedin a horizon of terraceswhere among three generationsI steeped in patternsof twitching lipsand silent looks between ..
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Where eyes green hazel
spoke a language of fun
and upper arms did fill my lungs
with deep breath in
and a slow dispel
that each broughtheart ..
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And what of that, that we cannot let go
into the footfalls of our histories
when we are no longer able to walk;
carrying an age before our time,
w..
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And the weak
lemon sunshine
withdrew
as if shamed
by the gesture,
a toss of head
so minute
he might
have missed it
but for her woe,
fa..
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