Steve Olver Poems

If towards your love i move,
What part of me will you choose?

The man who should need to prove
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Give me another string to my bow
We say as if ‘twill somehow help.
But with the bow, its arrow flight
Together as one act will shoe.
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Intention is a dodgy sport,
Especially if you're the flakey sort.

Its very well for a heathy mind
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There stood the lonely thorn, yet full of joy!
Gnarled upon the moorside steep.
A travellers sign as man and boy
Through rain and snow, bleak or deep.
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War we need to pay the bills,
Kill some babies, sod the ills.

Trash some houses steal some land
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