Paul Warner

Where is your windmill?
Trapped under the millers thumb?
Fat and rotund in your simple smock,
flour coated arms from kneading bread.
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What can I say,
ever since I left the tree,
always looking back and up.
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Come little children,
sit down by me,
i'll tell you a tale,
of how you'll be.
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No potato,
no bread,
chopsticks click,
wok fried pieces,
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Today in my normal ignorance I save a fly.
Fell in my beer jug after I wafted my hand.
Thought what do I do?
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All around the world,
There were dragons,
so we're told
Through art and verse.
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Four deaths is a drama,
one thousand deaths a statistic.
look into the panorama,
see the logistics.
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Rats run across the floor,
Khmer music resounds,
the smiles flow free,
with echoes that cannot be heard.
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One king dies,
another substitutes,
lineage, family tree,
monkey nepotism,
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