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Shopping For Two
If the table was round i'd love it more.
And the trunked candles- too churchy against dark oak
He won't do curling into a ball on narrow benches.
Show me something with full winged -back chairs
And arms!
Love bleeds fiercer upon his sultry head
when hate's in the bones,
After all I may want this one to stay.
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London 1882
A stray by the name of
Jock
But not a lost dog
He'd leap across the
lines
To the guards' vans visiting
Stations between London and
Brighton.
Late for his train stepping hopelessly
Through each line
his front leg became
trapped
And the express train squashed
It by moonlight.
The vet had to take it off.
At home little dogs can be
Wonderful company and
fantastic foot warmers.
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After The Screams
She had her arm in plaster
and a black eye after the screams.
That little ferrett (her dog) tripped
me up at the top of the stairs,
Bounced down evey one I did,
can't even wipe my own arse now!
The dog blinks at her side while
her husband hides behind it.
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Feeling Unloved
Eyes too close together tucked
Inside the thick white
Coat and your little nose
A black sun bobbing steadily
In the muffled darkness.
I'd be walking alone only
for you
- a million strides away from
A bewildering past.
Believe me I regret nothing
Except when i'm dressing.
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