Jack Gill

Seventeen don’t call me a fool,
December comes I’m leaving school;
Three months left before I leave,
Time for me to do as I please.
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Looking into her eyes,
I kiss her to my surprise;
Lips inviting soft and wide,
Urgency takes over my prize.
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Start early each morning,
Work ahead still I’m yawning;
Drop kids at school day care,
Seven am we are all there.
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Strong gusts of winds lash the house outer covering,
It vibrates in protest,
And growls with pain:
Waves of angry fury make the child want mothering;
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She sat on my leg till it ached a lot, then moved
where it numbed and squat, gave me red pen
to fill in the drawing I enjoy a lot, we shared
this time together on the floor, as we sat
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When I saw him in the bathroom kneeling down upon on the floor,
He had the look of mischief in his eyes, I think I saw:
Happy singing fellow with a brush in his hand,
Gluing vinyl at the edges, as beforehand, we had planned.
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Eloise
It's not journalese
But poety lore, I decree
Lore written for three
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