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.


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Monday 16 January 2012

Passionately.

Once so close
Wild dogs
Could not have torn us.

Bonded.
Super glued together.
Not a crack
Between
To let daylight in.

Couldn’t see the trees, just the wood.
Loved what we wanted, coz we could.

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