Bill Scovell

Snug beneath three dermis layers,
Lies the vein I have in sight,
Hiding shyly 'neath its cover,
Unknowing of the needle's bite.
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Poetic advice to a grand daughter torn between taking an unpaid job on a newspaper in Vladivostok and the alternative, a position with the Australian merchant bank 'Macquarie'

Faberge eggs and samovars,
Troika carts and Romanov Tsars,
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A luckless captive in the sky,
Suspended here five miles high,
Now Singapore is ten hours back,
And LHR, three down the track.
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Though calendars still read the same,
The season has a different name,
Instead of grey skied snowy scenes,
Our views are lit with golds and greens.
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'Go round again dear' comes the plea,
'And not so fast',
'Look over there! they're coming out',
'They're not', 'Oh blast! ',
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The leaves of Autumn, fallen now,
Yet crisp but fleetingly are lain,
For soon the winter rain will come
And claim them back to earth again.
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