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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Olly was an octopus,

He had 8 legs and arms,

He gave good hugs,

And shoulder shrugs,

But juggling was his charm.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
The yellow yawn of daffodils,

Sing proud the dawn of Spring,

A coloured flash,

Through fields we dash,

True beauty that they bring.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
A call to sleep,

But even though,

My eyes are shut,

To sleep, but no.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
A scent of blood,

Draws them near,

Beware the dark,

You're right to fear.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I gently kissed her head goodbye,

Not knowing I was off to die,

Our place is not to reason why,

The kiss, our last, then off to die.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Collection of loose coins,

All I have to my name,

A late late night of drink 'n' sin,

Now it's time to start again....
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