Michael Henshall Poems

Twas a stormy summer night, in the middle of the farm
There was a ringer on the station with a stock whip in his palm
He cracked it once and cracked it twice,
He thought that was suffice while all his mates where round the fire
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I lay in bed to go to sleep, I lay in bed and don’t make a peep
I think of all the things I’ve done and how I would love to raise a son
When I think of all that we would do and how I’d always take care of you, it makes me smile to think of a child who I would love like wild, when I finally fall asleep, I dream of my baby’s first weep, I’ve done it now and can’t turn back but never mind il cut me some slack, I love my fiancé and my kid
That’s just something we both did, my fiancé and I had trouble conceiving the baby that we now have breathing,
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