Chris Meek Poems

We pledged our love for ever on that

squeaky ballroom floor,
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I went into a coffee house for a quick cup

As you do,
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The Postman comes to us each day

and brings us bills and things
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The brave young man was twenty

when his plane fell from the sky,
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Birds fly on, the sun has gone,

The autumn sky turns grey.
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In our cupboard under the sink

There are bottles and cans blue purple and pink
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Do you remember when the big -bands used

to play the dance halls every Saturday night?
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My father doesn't know it's Christmas, though he used to love it so.

He would decorate our hallway and our windows with false snow.
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