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Crocodile

Crocodile

 

A Crocodile has many teeth,

While I myself have few,

He’s also blessed with thickened skin,

Of me that’s just not true.

 

I’m hurt by trivia, hurt by slights,

No value in the pain,

But still and still I feel the bite,

As so called friends complain.

 

We do our best, we try and try,

But in the end just fail,

When wanting cake with every meal,

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Some Small Whisper

Some Small Whisper

 

I bumbled through life,

And I had no real aim,

I set myself one goal,

To not play the game.

 

I never took prisoners,

I counted no score,

I ended with plenty,

And want for no more.

 

I’ve food and I’ve transport,

Two dogs and a chair,

A home in the country,

A fox needs his lair.

 

With nothing resplendent,

I dress as I plea...

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TRUST

TRUST

 

There’s mellowness in growing older,

Like sweet wine that lustres and glows,

Like a breath of warm air in the winter,

Like the petals that fall from a rose.

 

So you can’t run and stairs are a problem,

And to ease from your chair causes pain,

But the glory of life sings around you,

And you revel in every refrain.

 

Twenty-five thousand odd sunsets,

Ju...

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Lent, Lending, Fear and Favour

Lent, Lending, Fear and Favour

 

I am what I am and I’m living,

I do what I want when I can,

I’m here as the son of this nation,

I’m wholly the whole son of man.

 

I’ll wear what I want, nothing formal,

No tie and no iron in sight,

Odd socks and always with trainers,

And jeans that are really too tight. 

 

Bright fluffy dice in my windscreen,

An air horn to s...

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My Noble Valentine

 

My Noble Valentine

 

Oh Valentine, my Valentine,

Oh where oh where are you,

The children need their breakfast,

And there’s ironing still to do.

 

The washing up can wait an hour,

But where’s my purple sock,

The kitchen floor won’t clean itself,

You should be taking stock..

 

I don’t want oven chips again,

Potatoes there to peel,

And all this blessed p...

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