Here are some poems, composed by a puppet,
some are my own and some of them not.
You can like one, or quite like them all,
or simply not like them a hell of a lot.
Monday, 16 January 2012
Once so close
Could not have torn us.
Super glued together.
Not a crack
To let daylight in.
Couldn’t see the trees, just the wood.
Loved what we wanted, coz we could.
the reverend jack ralph
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