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Peter Cullen
Poems
Sep 2014
Hidden.
The melting *** and rolled up snot,
gathered,
underneath the tables.
That old high stool,
that graced this fool,
was winning,
willing,
always able!
A tender ear,
tendering!
with his shillings for a smile.
That tenderness, he always sought,
but was never! gonna find.
The dreams that seemed so reachable,
always after one more glass.
The moments that he longed for,
moments that had long since passed.
Every man must faulter.
Live in the shadows,
shadows cast.
Those moments that he longed for,
hidden,
Β Β lost upon his path.
Written by
Peter Cullen
Clane Co.Kildare Ireland
(Clane Co.Kildare Ireland)
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