Garry Smith

The penguin woke me in the night,
Shattering shards of glass,
Resounded up the stairs,
And through cheap B&Q veneer.
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The land of hearthstone tales,
Where every hill touches an angel.

With a little help from Dylan Thomas, of course...
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Cora Bishop's feet ain't cold,
Naughty little lie she's gone and told.
And, we know they're not really red,
Tells little fibs 'bout going to bed.
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Turn turn away,
Let not gold lead hearts astray.
For if you call upon the stars above,
That wizard's hands once cast with love.
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To know me you must understand me,
To understand me is to see me,
And to see me is to touch my heart.
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Fish eye,
Tooth and nail,
Swimming in circles,
Around pallid pale.
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Somewhere in the ether,
Your song I can hear.
And over the miles,
Your thoughts transcend.
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Still,
As possibilities,
Of that yet to come,
A cause,
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