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Upon a broken hill
Is it not
Not upon a broken hill
A broken hill
Is it not still
Where water does not lift
From wells,
And whistling bells from churches
These do not ring
Is it not
Not upon a broken hill
From where the crash
The wagon wheel did fell
Whence the driver stroke the
Horses heel
And balance more oft' tilt
Is it not
Not upon a broken hill
Change not
Charge what the driver will
Talk in whispers
And then mount horses still
And ride upon
Upon a broken hill
Not upon a broken hill
A broken hill
Is it not still
Where water does not lift
From wells,
And whistling bells from churches
These do not ring
Is it not
Not upon a broken hill
From where the crash
The wagon wheel did fell
Whence the driver stroke the
Horses heel
And balance more oft' tilt
Is it not
Not upon a broken hill
Change not
Charge what the driver will
Talk in whispers
And then mount horses still
And ride upon
Upon a broken hill
Published 14th Oct 2012
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15th Oct 2012 3:27am
15th Oct 2012 4:01am
Ay just as life, very interesting!!
I wrote this poem twenty years ago
When I was once young
Now I'm old
Grey
Bald
Fat
Want a date?
That was joke
I'm not grey
I'm not ....
I wrote this poem twenty years ago
When I was once young
Now I'm old
Grey
Bald
Fat
Want a date?
That was joke
I'm not grey
I'm not ....
