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wreck
sky grey as a battleship,
wind as though fired from cannons
I take a turn around the deck
of modern life,
being careful not to slip,
although I did, as it happens,
he said to his wife,
nearly broke my neck ..
Published 17th Feb 2025
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21st Feb 2025 4:13pm
the greys n nearly the broken neck .. makes sense of the ‘wreck’
.. the wind fired n the modern life .. ahh the alliterations you naturally flow ever, with the twist in there always .. dear poet minimalist you are unique! xx
.. the wind fired n the modern life .. ahh the alliterations you naturally flow ever, with the twist in there always .. dear poet minimalist you are unique! xx
21st Feb 2025 5:05pm
