Nuts
by Rosemary Clarke
They're sweet and they're crunchy and never grow old.
We've put them in cakes or have eaten them raw
They come out at Christmas, and then we want more.
We don't eat enough of them, of that it is true
I can't see why when nuts are so good for you?
PS
and raisins.
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Rosemary Clarke
THE STRANGER
by Rosemary Clarke
Tangling my hair, covering my face
The room is darkened and covered in gore
I didn't know, now I won't live here no more.
Go out in the sunlight, live once again
No matter the trouble, no matter the pain.
Just keep forging onward that's all I can see
Then finally I'll find the one that's called 'ME'.
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Rosemary Clarke
Let me apologise to Rosemary, these lovely poems wound up in my Spam. No idea how? Nice concepts well written so thank you for sending them in...
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