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"suffolk" poems

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Meeting a friend.We met through a latched gate / down a straight concrete path / With flowers and grass on either side

@mary-gay-kearns35

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Overheard in a Suffolk pubI come on me bike tonight, / Blast bor, / That wind were agin me the whole blinkin way

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cabbage translated*you want war, you have world war two spitfire pilots to serve your post-colonial migration; and yes, i'll twitch my eyes; ha ha cuisine scots using ginger.* / there's a quintessential / fascination with cabbage

@removed.polaroid-scrabble21

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Stories my old boss told meThey were different times / The only thing I know about old man Venn / He used to tie two cats' tails together

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Old Country BoysNot poetry, just reminiscing / When I came out of the army in 1985 after serving for 24 years I settled in the county of Suffolk where my first wife came from / Suffolk with old fashioned ideas and old fashioned views. In fact unless you had been resident for at least 20 years some of the villagers still classed you as an outsider.

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Ode to Joe ColeHello Joe, I'm married to Jim / I'm sure that you remember him / I know it's been a lot of years

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Pluck two feathersPluck two feathers from cupid's wing, / Fly, bring thou thy muses I sing. / The warbled sung, that lark on high,

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Again, helloAgain, hello my smooth tender Suffolk maid, / What do you have there in your woven basket? / Would you like to listen to a dainty rhyme I made?

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Remembering Britten (part 2)IV / *Pizzicato pianissimo* / its sound gestured into resonance

@nigel-morgan39

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Suffolk Angel MelodyHey my Suffolk angel, / Eyes of a dreamy hue, / Haven't heard off you for ages,

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i wrote this after i had to leave after the first time and finished it after i left for the last.i mourned / us / on the train back.

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Worldly GoodsThe number one of many mounds / in Suffolk's shrouded Sutton Hoo / is savage Raedwald's resting ground,

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"Breath"First breath, undressed / first dismantled-resold for parts / Critique will carry you off in a cart if you're not careful.

@jeffrey-stelling24

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Suffolk EveningSuffolk Evening-A Prose Poem / Brown, parched, burnt; / Fire kissed by sun,

@The-Sea-Sage17

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Long İsland Kasabıhergün yazıyorsun / diyordu / *** bir iş bul kendine

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