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Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
April's fool we recognise,

The darkness, cold, behind the eyes,

So it should come as no surprise,

The fool is you, you realise
Peter J Thomas Apr 2016
A tale that's full of wonderment,

But one that you might like,

I went to town to buy a hat,

Yet came home with a bike.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
A tired smile,

A knowing stare,

The times he wished,

He wasn't there.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
As days knock upon April's door,

Soon March, my friend, will be no more,

We cannot stop the shifting sands,

As time we cannot so command.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
An early Easter Sunday,

I'm looking out for eggs,

I'm running round the garden on,

My tired little legs.
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
***
A chequered past,

Secrets and lies,

Lack alacrity,

No real surprise
Peter J Thomas Mar 2016
Eyes reddened by the liquor,

Soul blackened, lacking hope,

Amazing how in spite of this,

The World thinks he can cope.
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