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John Edward Smallshaw
Poems
Dec 2015
Musical boxes
Whistling,
well out of tune,
a boon to the
tone deaf.
The wind came creeping up
while I was keeping warm.
I never heard the rustling leaves
the change of pitch,
the wind is such
a wicked witch.
Whistling now then
high and low
and notice how
so-so it is.
Winter calls me now the fall is here,
a weird day indeed when ducks
ski on the ice to feed.
I need a toddy,
hot,
I'm ready
for woollies,
long John's,
a bobble hat and
needing all of that
now.
Written by
John Edward Smallshaw
68/Here and now
(68/Here and now)
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