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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Tuesday 28 February 2012

Mandy Andy's Lost Dogs.

I was fucked
he said, an excuse
brushed off; an accident
just biding time to happen.
No man's fault.

I knew though
what they meant to him.
The long look in his eye
told a truth where
lips could only lie.
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