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Mr E Writer Mar 2021
am I a misfit?
the ticking clock detonates
only time will tell
Life is strange,  hoomans are weird.
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in six hundred silent ways
we rose up to, our challenge new
our lives not out of phase
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in eight hundred silent ways
so take a pew, as our love grew
a marriage it's part plays
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in seven hundred silent ways
our babe anew, we saw it through
this life can still amaze
I closed my mouth and spoke to you
in nine hundred silent ways
colours few, a different hue
a fresh and modern maze
I closed my mouth and spoke with you
in one thousand exciting ways
there's just a few, like morning dew
our eyes still brightly gaze
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Wintry days chill hands
woodpecker pecks sound hollow
lost in translation
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Windsor long ago
wildlife roamed past motors
window wiper broke
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Fluffy green afro
perfectly adequate fun
syrup of figs
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Rainy night no stars
water trickles into drains
eyes tired
Mr E Writer Mar 2021
Snowy dreams among the firs
white sheets of purity
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