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stolen stars aka. any excuse to call london a cunt

i see a single sparkling star in the sky

something must have stolen the others


some might say its leading our way to bethlehem

i say its a symbol of some kind of optimism


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others fail to relish in its natural beauty

blinded by the smog and deafened by forgotten conversations


***


yeah, something certainly stole the stars - london! you cunt!


you've made the moon blush itself black!

for the love of fuck! give our fucking stars back!


[ copyright owen calvert 2009 ]

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Ann Foxglove

Tue 24th Nov 2009 12:24

wonderfull!!!

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owen calvert

Tue 10th Mar 2009 19:01

cheers for the comments, much appreciated >;)

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Fri 6th Mar 2009 11:35

i really like 'deafened by forgotten conversations'. great poem, provocative, heartfelt and a sentiment shared x

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