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Lyric Man

It was atlantic beach I went In search of pearls and cowries Sad, to voidness I return: I do not see him, Dave my Lyric Man. My darling Dave, Wherever you may be today Roam not the street when it snows Lest you soak your feet in it Snow - yawning hungry morgue- And coil not like millipede Nor condense like wintery butter But remember your warm cafe cup And that fair lady you used to write about Drink and bounce and bounce . 20/11/15

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 11/20/2015 7:22:00 PM
Miss Him. SKAT
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Date: 11/21/2015 3:06:00 AM
Really missing him, thank you SKAT...hugs
Date: 11/20/2015 12:59:00 PM
What a sweet take you have come up with, Kayode! Such a pity that he had to bow to pressure, whatever that was! ~ All the best. // paul
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Date: 11/20/2015 1:29:00 PM
Thank you Paul,but why should Dave bow to any pressure? Sad. Thank you Paul for the visit and the comment...hugs
Date: 11/20/2015 4:05:00 AM
we all miss Dave - I do hope he returns one day -it is such a shame issues with someone on soup forced him to close his account and remove all of his poems:-( hugs Jan xx I do hope he reads this poem one day:-)
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Date: 11/20/2015 4:16:00 AM
Thank you Jan... I am really missing him; Dave is such a wonderful man. Thank you for the visit and comment...hugs

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