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Four Short Poems
By Len Curle

 

We lay together, and
the sun blazed down
and turned
us
into
lobsters



Your acid remarks
have burnt holes
in my heart
and the wind unchecked
chills my soul



I've unburdened my load of trivialities
in your weary ear.
could it be that we're in love
or could it be the beer



I am thinking
that perhaps
Santa Claus is not real
fairies don't exist
Andy Pandy is just a doll
Peter Pan can't fly
cameras lie
and love makes you cry

 

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