Cressida Leigh Poems

I had to write a sonnet once
For English Lit, as I recall.
Bored youths expressing sentiment
Of which we knew nothing at all.
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I care not, Fly, from whence you came
But wish you'd sod back off again.
You enter through the smallest crack
Yet cannot seem to venture back
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In a time when everything is stood still
There's a constant reminder that life goes on.
Clocks tick, traffic flows, and hearts beat.
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