T T Poems

The things that you don't want to hear,
Resented words to hard to bear.
Unhealthy speech which hurts your hears,
That shatters all that you hold dear.
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When the winds blew
the sky was dark,
the night was bright,
the silence loud.
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In memeroy of the Anzacs who fought in the war.
In memory of the ones who live no more.
In memory of the Anzacs who fought and died.
In memory of the loved ones who cried and cried.
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No-one cares about me now,
Not even the other chairs.
My legs creak, my back groans,
And one of my arms is gone.
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