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  1. Across the Sky

    It happens every morning,
    Across the noon day fair.
    He takes another journey
    From his lofty lair.

    He bestows a friendly visit
    To you each pleasant day,
    Before he comes to me
    To bless me with a ray.

    The gift that is for us,
    A kiss upon our skin
    To bring us extra health
    A blessing it is giv'n.

    We look up to see the sun
    Even though we live so far,
    It brings us close together ...
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  2. Stupid Title Thingo Making Me Think Of Titles

    Just a quick update, mainly because I want to avoid details. I just left fiance from previous post. I'm back in the city and it's really, really weird.

    I'm feeling positive, I know I've made the right decision, but it's hard finding where you fit again.
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  3. Beep and Dash and Hyphen you

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:21 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    I'm a thief
    I'm a thief
    I am a rotting cheating thief.

    But when I see this on your site
    you're a rotten thiever too.
    You're a shoe
    you're a gnat
    You're a a-
    Plagiarising BOOO

    Beep and dash and Hyphen too!


    26/5/2009

    Updated 05-26-2009 at 05:27 PM by Nightshade

    Tags: poetry
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    Poems and word experiments
  4. Get Lost

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:20 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    Get Lost

    Pack up your sad face and
    walk away from me
    I don’t need it anymore.

    Was I ever heard to say
    Store your troubles here with me ?
    Did you ever hear me hawk
    Buy yer troubles here one and all?
    So go away,
    Just walk away
    Leave.
    Go on

    I’ve played this game before
    You are gonna leave one day
    so walk your troubles out the door
    Today.

    I’ve my own tangle ...

    Updated 05-26-2009 at 06:18 PM by Nightshade

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  5. Manchester Blues

    by , 05-26-2009 at 05:19 PM (A Ramble through Smilie Land)
    It rains here, mate!
    Nigh on 500 days a year
    Swear its true.

    The sky is leaden grey
    But beautiful in a strange
    Mancunnian way.
    Gay!

    Blue? Here?
    In the sky?
    Tell a lie!
    Dems’ Magic buses

    You don't get no Blues in Manchester
    except the fans of course
    cheap drinks, cheap food, cheap shops
    what mores you want?

    22/5/2009

    Updated 05-26-2009 at 05:26 PM by Nightshade

    Tags: poems
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