Carolyn Brooke Poems

Standing by the window
Watching people pass
Thinking they can’t see him
Staring through the glass
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Old job no choice.
New job which one?
This one, I think.
New job, new start!
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I walked about a bit on my own
Looking round the vales and hills
And then I saw them in a crowd
A host, of ducks with great big bills.
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The walls
Seem to be made of sponge
Cake.
They close in
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