window shopping
a child twists to three
mannequins in dance pause
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astrologers
perhaps, the sky was misty
the stars were hidden
or you were too occupied
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london so quiet
after the blast
when, where, who next?
the real blast that unsettles
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the orange
when ripe
turns yellow
the yellow colour
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guess what? other boys
ask god for heaven, holiday
and presents but i ask god
for an angel, white angel
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it takes the padi
three months
to write its
poem of love
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when less is more
when ups and downs are meant
for that breathtaking adagio
when failures are strings
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never mind if everybody
complains he is irritable
god makes you two meet up
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what inspired this poem
is mary poppins, the caring
British governess who carries
under her little pink umbrella
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Ramon Crater arrival
our overflowing sweat and beer
as we toast each other
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