Look what I got for Valentine's Day:
Lady Luck came along,
See the red "messiah" high upon a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his
2 A.M. a southbound junction - innocence takes flight
Common sense
Just a blank expression sitting in an easy chair
The living
Silently gazing from the window -
My mind detached from space
From far outside
Earth's fragile atmosphere
It's clearly apparent that the end
A girl read my runes in the warm dressing room,
It
See the brave toreador
just look at him thrive
Off the crowd
"Though I may seem callous" cried old Thomas Malthus,
"Paupers are
You came, you saw, you conquered as a woman of
Hands locked in darkness - a nocturnal greeting
We flutter like
While sons and daughters of the empire
Stained the map red,
On wednesday the seventh your flight departed,
you waved us goodbye
(Adapted from the poem "The Storm" by Alison LR Davies).
It
Mother I'm so sorry for this thing I've gone and
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