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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I came to your house this morning And posted something for you, My favourite crushed can of Special Brew. But I don't think you noticed, I don't think you cared Or maybe you were just a little bit scared. I'm constantly thinking of you. I walked past the pond at midday To see a woman crouched down with scissors, Cutting up bread on the ground. I assumed it was for the duck, But I guess it could have been for luck Or just for the hell of it. It reminded me of you. Last week I went on a journey; The horses were on strike so I caught a train Through the glaciers and rocky terrain. It was empty but a stranger sat next To me and ate cornflakes straight out Of the bag. He was a pro with chopsticks. Remember when you taught me to play that? I'd run out of pebbles so I went to town Where people collect things and stash them In their bags like anxious squirrels. Two policemen stood outside M&S, Arresting a clown for inappropriate dress, Big shoes squeaking as she climbed into the car. Remember that time you got done for MSG? I took my fox for a walk down by the stream; We saw a beautiful koi carp Scurrying up a near-by tree. There was something lodged in the sand underwater: A loyalty card for Men Chun fireworks. I looked at the fox who shrugged and said, "Finders keepers." Recall when you said that about my splintered heart? On the last day of summer I went down the lane To see the colours through the sun and the rain. A knotted bramble of blackberries Sheltered the toy Father Christmas, Though his fur looked pathetic and bedraggled. I miss being a child at Christmas, I really do. But not as much as I miss you.
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