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Wilderness
Rusting rails slipping into a listless shingle They used to carry fish freshly caught Railway wagons dry rotting In a surreal landscape These all interest me Sea Cabbages and Red Valerian Dry grasses burnt gold Dungeness in Late August What a garden I have I share it with myself
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the man was sketching
clouds with a blunt pencil deserts do that to you when the summer ends
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Seen
In the garden at Prospect Cottage I found a couple stretched out Looking at the sky I pretended not to notice And released this quiet poem It was the least that I could do
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Mount Helicon
Hi Joe Maureen It is nice to hear from you Alan and I have split up We both tried hard But we are so different I am sorry to hear that As you can imagine I am quite liquid at present But thought that I was drying up Until I read your Sussex poems They […]
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East Sussex
When I visit East Sussex On summer days I always bring a pad and a pen My pad stays with me Whilst my pen explores
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Frozen in Motion
On hot summer days A silence descends Which is so loud That it almost deafens Everything is quite still Yet frozen in motion
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Summer
About a month ago I found myself On a lonely railway station In East Sussex It was surrounded By golden cornfields I was happy there
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Winter Writer
I have been called a winter writer On many occasions recently Which is so far from the truth As I am a child of the summer cornfields
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Naked Statistics
My father once told me That if I wanted To discover the truth Behind any issue Then consult the statistics As they are rarely incorrect Unless they have been Previously contaminated By those who wish harm Joe
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My Two Favourite Cartoons
Joe Many people think that you are * ***** ** **** I am * ***** ** **** When you joke You do not take prisoners I will not be censored by fools A question I know that you like cartoons And have a collection of Giles books That is correct What was your favourite cartoon […]