J uncture of the year
A t which we like to make
N umerous null promises
U ndoubtedly they'll take
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I am frightened of my own small voice
('But you have to use me, there's no choice')
I am anxious, every sound I make
(' Worried that you'll make a mistake? ')
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I know young lady called Dee
Who lived in a bubblegum tree
She savoured the view
Whilst big bubbles she blew
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Gloriously Grubby
Sipping on his Mountain Dew
A picture of contentment
Captured there in my rear view
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Capturing hearts with their mystical arrows
Up in the clouds, little cherubs do flutter
Playing their part in the search for new lovers
Intent on bringing the lonely together.
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I like this site, don't get me wrong
It's my poetry abode
But the keyhole needs some oiling
Bloody verification code
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My breath catches
in the ripples
of finality
at the surface of his beer
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My sweet obsession
Here inside my heart
Every day reminding
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I wish I was clever at painting my nails
But varnish just laughs in my face
I try to paint flawlessly, but doomed to fail
The lacquer won't stay in its place
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I left you simmering, surface Undulation
Mustn't boil over, refrain
A 'burn in hell' type revelation
My conscience turned off the flame
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