Sunk Poem by Martin O'Neill

Sunk



Like two ships in the night
They met, and so ensued
Another marrytime disaster.
A solicitors' phone call
A de facto Lutine acknowledgement.
Lost with all souls.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Gone Away 01 March 2012

Clever, funny and well observed!

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Eric Cockrell 20 February 2012

the train wreck we call love! very good!

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Martin O'Neill

Martin O'Neill

Solihull, Birmingham, England
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