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 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Virtuous
Stories
are reminders
Of what it is
to be human
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Virtuous
It’s not time to cry yet
Just a little while longer
Wait till the sun sets
When everyone has laid
Their heads to sleep
And then everything bottled
Can be freely released
When the moon has taken its place
In the sky
Then you can cry
In the dark where no one can see
And you can finally just be
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Pagan Paul
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A rose from a window
looks like any other rose,
but as the old lady stares
out through the thin glass
a fondness develops,
begins to form a memory,


reaching back,
grasping the past,

that very slowly forms
the image of a rose,
proud in an old garden,
upstanding to catch the eye
of a young girl
staring out of a window.



© Pagan Paul (19/06/19)
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 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Bo Burnham
Gypsy
 Jun 2019 Jeanette
Bo Burnham
On a Wednesday morning, clear and calm,
                     I went to Astor Place
and had a gypsy read my palm
                     or maybe just my face.

She said my heart was heavy
                     and my head was stuffed with lies.
But things like that weren't on my hand,
                     they hid behind my eyes.

The room is dull and dank and cold but at
least I have a hand to hold.
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