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Hawk
He swoops like a hawk On to the discarded butt Deposits it in his pouch His eyes dart around Looking for prey and Watching for predators Quickly he speeds down The north London street
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- 610 reads
I hate your youth
I hate your youth he wrote on a post card when he spoke to her he called her a little minx hating her and wanting her he drank to ease the pain of lost youth and lost opportunity
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- 598 reads
poison penned
The poison drips from your pen On to the lovely moleskin notebook You bought from WH Smiths For £9.95 This will teach your enemies To mock you You say to yourself As more poison seeps
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- 759 reads
Juices
my juices are flowing I can't stop putting pen to paper the headache won't stop me the misery won't stop me the happiness won't stop me I have both misery and happiness at the same time
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- 966 reads
no word thief
I thought they might have nicked my little WH Smith black book when I visited the loo I left it there on the table tempting wrong 'uns along with my half drunk pint and bag of peanuts
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- 752 reads