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Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Life, when living in a bottle,

At times can seem quite strange,

I awake, a drink I take,

Yet always hope for change.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Ten
Every hour, on the hour,

She's visited by men,

I haven't sat and watched all day,

But I'll still counted ten
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I'm sitting, waiting for demise,

No shoes, nor any socks,

As time continues on its march,

To the sound of ticking clocks.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I often ask myself a question,

Yet seldom do I get,

An answer that is genuine,

More often I forget.



Is my life worth living,

Have I done all I can do,

Am I everything that I could be,

Put simply, I've no clue.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
I'd like too be a polar bear,

And wander round the Pole,

Hunting seals and eating meals,

It doesn't seem a toll.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Sun
Yesterday was sunny,

Yet today it's sadly grey,

Strange how little yellow dots,

Can make you feel this way.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
He is out every 30 minutes,

And puts stuff in his bin,

It's strange that he is out so much,

Just what's he putting in?
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