Francie Lynch Poems

We need to talk to strangers,
If we wish to make new friends,
Get a date, find a mate,
A partner til our end.
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The world was a secretive place then;
There are fewer secrets now;
No point in trying,
But they're impossible to keep.
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Her eyes a lighthouse
When I'm set adrift.
Her arms a berth
When I'm a slipless ship.
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My heart is a boiling cauldron stewing with
A pinch of kindness,
A sprinkling of hope,
A dash of hate,
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Before we're born
The perimeter
Has been pieced together,
A fine frame
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I won't accept the end
Gently or gracefuly,
But begrudgingly
In private anguish
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He tittered and cackled
At the refugee plight,
Revelled in innocents
Running for life.
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I heard a voice
call out:

"Are you home? "
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