What’s this feeling?
Is it nerves,
Which puts me close up to this kerb,
I might slip up abit on the verbs,
But its ok I got me herbs.

I fill the drop in the back of my throat,
Butterflies uplifting, like water for a boat,
I’m reading this to you I hope I don’t chock,
But you know what I don't care.

I don't care what you think,
I don't care what you drink,
I don't car...

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They call me a poetry vandal,

I leave poems in trains and cafes which no man can handle,

For I'm a Poetry Vandal.

I'll grab a piece of paper write a little note,

I'll throw it in a river and make sure it floats,

For I'm a poetry polluter.

I send poems on your email it spam’s on your computer.

I'LL SHOUT POEMS ON A MEGAPHONE I'M NOW A POETIC NOISE POLUTER!!!!!!!

I...

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Searching threw the blue lagoon,
Entering shallows were the boats are tombs,
As I entered I saw a light,
Gave me scare,
Gave me freight.

So I stood still,
In this light was an angel,
And she did fill, every emotion of my own free will,
For all these emotions a man would kill,
So I stood still.

The water was moving,
The sharks were lurking,
While I was searching,
...

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