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Three Short Poems
By Len Curle

If I could Fly
if I could Fly
I'd turn into
a custard pie

A tune is in my head
and I believe
it will be there
when I'm dead
so bury me deep
so I'll disturb no-one
as I sleep

I'll blaze your name
across the sky
write your story
ten feet high
tell the world
so he said
and I'll bury you
when you're dead


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