Francie Lynch Poems

I've an itch to scratch
Inside my nose;
And itch that runs
Down to my toes.
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I scanned the old man
Through my translucent curtain.
He stood before my door, hand raised,
Seeming ready to knock.
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I should've written 'Thanks' across a blue sky,
Where the winds would carry my message
Around the world.
But I didn't.
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I'm hardly the one
You left behind,
Twenty odd years ago;
The suit fits much better,
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The papers are wet with ink.
Russia is losing it's war.
North Korea is swamped with the Covid.
Tucker is backpedaling his replacement theory.
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I believe in her.
Not in supplication or prayer,
But because she cares
About every countless hair,
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Not so sly as they are:
spent,
wasted,
burned out,
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When I met you,
I knew,
You belonged with me.
Throughout these years,
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Ultima Thule

What we are aiming for
Is a good ways off; in the clouds;
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The Coronation.
A Royally Expensive
Pain
In the Arse.
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